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VOLUME IX DUtfLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 10. INS«. MI MB Ell XX Professional Cards. W. T. PARK, M. D. 8J Whitehall Street, Atlanta, Oa , Celebrated many years for his cures of the worst forms.of stomach, liver, bowel, kid ney and bladder diseases, dropsy, heart and lung troubles catarrh, etc., ali blood diseases, nerve disorders, nervousness, neuralgia, rheumatism, debility, female complaints, opium and‘whisky habits, private diseases, sexual weakness, etc. Furnishes medical ml vie?, - medicine, etc., to the afflicted at their homes through mail, express', or otherwise or takes them under his personal care iit Alljihta'. Call on or write to him giving a history and statement of joUr. affliction. symptons, age. fiex, etc., cneipspig postage, for reply. Dr. T. F. WILLIAMS; 3D2345TTJS ?. JSf“Gllice at His : esitle ce Bunins’ Building. First door below tiic Court House. aprgl.'Sti.ly, Or J.P.HdLMES, PHAGTI TlONE.T, CONDOR, - • GEO KOI A. /TALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL V-‘ hours. Obsteries a specialty. Offlcc Residence. mch24, 7m Dr. T. A. WOOD, > ZE 3 3?aiOti±-b±on.ex*, COOL SPUINOS, OA. C *V ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL J hours. Obsteries a specialty. Offlcc Residence. nich24. tf. Dr. P. M, JOHNSON, PRACTITIONER, Lovett, - - - Georgia. VtALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL V J hours, Day and Night.. inch‘25 if. Dp. J. X. LINDER. [SIX '.I[I# 8 NORTH Off DUI1I.IN.J OFFERS his services to the public at large. Culls promptly attended to, day or night. Oilice at residence, aug 20, ’84 ly. CHARLES HICKS, M. D PRACTITIONER. Dublin, - Georgia. jeiiO, ly DR. C. F. GREEN, PRACTITIONER. Dublin, - Georgia. .TALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL hours. Obstetrics a specialty. Offlie Residence. T. L. CRIDER, ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR AT LAW, Dublin - (ieorqia. may 21 tf. FELDER & SAflUElS,* ATTORNEYS AT LAW, , Dublin, - - Georgia. Will practice in the courts of tk'v Oco nee, Ocmulgee and Middle* circuits, and the Supreme court of Georgia, and else- wliere by special ci.ntract. Will negotiate loans on improved farm ing lauds, b. lWtlj- 1885.-Om. N OTICE him 25000 Acres improved farm land in 50 dif ferent places from 1 to 12 miles from Dublin. Terms easy 4 Store Houses ami Lots on Jackson rind Wm-liinglon Streets. 15 Building and Husiucss lots in and a- • unci Dublin. 2 Dwelling Houses well located in Dublin. 2 mall 2 room Dwelling Houses. 6 Building anil Business lots at Bruton tntion, I). & . K. 1{. Acre place. Saw Mill Bonanza, Bruton Station. D.& . R. It. «00 Acre place i“ 3 settlements 11 miles west of Dublin. Bargain Lauds Bought and Sold a Specialty. 28 Shares D. & . i t. June Cheap. Patronage Solicited. Buyers anted. Prompt attention given to all Business. tar*00 Farmers V/antkd.JP Julius A. Burney, General Ileal state and tol Iccting Agency. dPLife insurance oitgood terms Send in your age and got estimate uf cunt. ID-u/blizn. - G-a.. AUNT STAFFORD'S LEGACY. “Earn your «mvh living!” cried Ralph Si an ton, earnestly, as he- looked down, with loving, pitying eyes, on tin* little, fragile, black- robed figure standing with an air of most pathetic patience, before him. “No, no. Estella, that must never be. You are not lit for rough con tact with tin. hard world, my child. How hard it is to those who set k to win a plaooTii t miauled and tin known may you never know!” lie Hgheil heavily as he Sabi this. -‘My position is o poor one yet—so poor liiai, had you any belter prospect, I. should hesitate to a.-k you to share ii ; hut your prospects are altogether sorrowful, my dear. As uiy ,wife yon will at hast have a home, how ever poor, and’ lie sheltered, and cherished by the neart that loves you best, instead of being exposed to t lie insolence and caprice of si ran gets. My gentle little love,” he ad dud, as lie took her tenderly to his breast, “how could I. ever bear to Hunk of you toiling aloue? We will be ruHiried, deai, at once, in spiie of you r rscent. bereavement; circa install- ties make our haste excusable; and we wiil be happy loo; love will make our happiness, Essie; notwithstand ing our poverty. Essie never doubted that. She was the kind of a woman for whom love makes up all the- happiness of life. Site nestled closely to her lov er's b ’east. “Oh, could she but cling and rest there evermore?’' But. site was as unselfish as she was loving, and her conscience told her th t this must not he. “I would* not be fu : r to you. Ralph,” she said, with patient sweetness. “If 1 can’t ho a help to you. I won’t be a luir.lien, dear. When l pi utilised to marry you, l supposed mat Aunt Stafford wotilu leave me the little fortnneshe tulkeu to me about; you know she always taught me to -believe so. I can’ think why she suoiild have deceived me. it wasn’t like IiT-r io deceive. And in ihiu case I could have help ed yon, net added to your d illicit I ties. Bui when she died, we found that she had Intd nothing cxc-i-p. the annuity, wiiicii d ed with her Even the future of the house had to be sold lb pay her funeral expenses Nothing was left for me but a gtea . oig chest of clothes, most of then too olti-fashloned to be of any iin; and yet—and yet—siie seemed t«, attach (lie utmost importance t« that stupid old chest. It was in hei thoughts to i lie very hint. For my niece,’ she said to the clergyman ai d the friends who were with her—‘the ruck and ait tnu<"s in it for my niece.’ And afterwards slit* wins pored me—• It is your fortune.‘ Foot Auntie! I suppose that- her mind was wandering a the las;.” “1’iu not so sure of that” cried Ralph, eag* rly. “She was a very eccentric woman, and di i peculiar things sometimes; >t would be just tike her to have hidden money in the old trunk. Why did you never teli mo this before, EmD-, dear?” Tim gul smiled sadly. “Because 1 knew \un would form -ins idea, and it .pained me to disap pom: you. To tell the truth, the same * bought, occurred to rue, for I had read of such things sometimes n- 1 I searched—oh! most carefully and thoroughly; there’s nothing at *11 but old clothes, Ralph, dear— nothing hut worthless old. clothes. But he could not be satisfied so easly. “One will succeed where another fails sometimes,” lie said. “Look ■gain, dear, and let me htdp you. Think, Essie—if we cun Id find only a fow hundreds, how happy we might be!” S.» they searched iiguin—this linn* in emit puny—and examined closely the contents of the old chest. “A motley collection of old rubbish,” Ralph pronounced it disappointed- '/• “If there’s money, it’s hidden in »he chest itself,” lie decided. “A lumbering old thing! Let. me break it up, Essie. Don’t let us throw a chance away.” She consented. Aunt Stafford's old clothc’s could lie just as well ah the bottom of her own trunk, site thought. And oh! if they only could (ittd some money, so that she could help Ralph! Ho was an artist. Talented, am bilious, possessed of a guuuino love' of art, but very poor. The well- worn shabby clothes, the anxious, harassed expression of his handsome face, attested that painful fact quite .sufficiently without on*# spoken word. “Oh, to help him! To win for him a call nee—an opportunity—1>* let Ins work be seen and' judged. Her pale cheeks Hushed and her hand, clasped each ot her nervously as course; but you are a* yet -but little known. My customer is willing t-liai the picture shall go on exhibition at my art gallery, where it will be properly appreciated and seen, which will bo to you a very great advantage.' vVhutiioyou say, sir?” What could ho say? Very little, indeed, in words. As little as might suffice to express' thief thanks and accept a tons of I lie offer. Mr. Brush paid the money down then and there, and ihc bargain was ai once concluded. From the depths *.f disappoint meiit and despair to the fultilimeni and .fruition of hope and joy—from the bitterest poforty to present ease, aim the expectation of future suecess —this was the marvellous eliutige that had; befallen Ralph Stanton so suddenly, ft was not until Mr. Brasil had gone, and lie himself sat nuwil lered, counting over the iinni ov in his hands, that lie rome nbereii his own neglect; lie had not even as ceriaincd his put ion’s name. “But lean learn it at. any time from Mr. Brush,” lie thought. “God uless him, whoever he is, .and a merry Chris! mtu to him! May In* he as happy as he has made me to ■ lay. And now fm Essie!” Away l.c went to carry idle good news, without a moment’ll delay. His 11 cess was more than shabby now. tint, he would not spare time to re new it. “I'm rich!” he cried, Catching In r m ins iiiuiii; “never mind that I don't look so. ‘Rich folks caii afford ;o dress badly, y«-ti know; besides, we ll al ei'all t! a ■ ir "curly. My picture’s sold! it is go og on exhi* b Won agoii . Brush ad it was a line thing! 1 have.got five hundred dollars in hand, and success is aure to follow. Kiss me, my own—-oh, my lililt* patient love! we can he married to-morrow.” She kissed him frankly ami ten derly, and then drew herself away from his arms, blushing and smiling ly brightly. “And you came to me first of all?'* st e said—“to me, your poor penni* less giil! On! 1 knew you would cbm! Thank God for the good for tone that has come to os Loth. ami that we shall share together! For 1 have news for you. dear. I have f uuid poor Amil Stafford’s legn cy!” “What !” he ctled. “This is a day of surprises, flow did you find it, and wlmt is it darling?” “It is some'liing well worth hav ing. Two days ago I was feeling rather sad because Christmas was so near at hand, and 1 had no money to buy gins for you and old Nurse Holmes I believe I caret) most about the poor old woman, dear, for I have never missed a Chris'.mas box. Bad deuly I bethought me of poor mint- te’s old clot lies, anti recollected hav ing noticed an old quilted s’dk petit- coat among them. ‘The very thing for nurse,’ I though , ami mu ami got it out. i shook it from its folds. It was very heavy, ami soft ami thick, and yet it made a curious little rustle when I handled it—almost like paper rustlis in * pocket. A curiosity struck me as t<» vvliat it could be lined with. ’I’ll rip it a bit, and see,’ I thought. So I got the scissors and opened a spam—a seam that looked as il it. had been opened before; and, Ralph, it was lined with—bank notes.” “Wlmt?' Bunk notes?” “Bank notes, dear! Then I searched further. There was the queerest old in tiff in the trunk, made of silk, like the petticoat, ami utmost as largo is a small pillow; ami, Ralph dear, the muff’ milled too—” “Essie 1” **Ati»i 1 opened it, and there were more bank notes. Lois of them, dear. More than tun thousand dol lars.” • “Ten thousand dollars!” “l’es, yes, yes!” she threw horseli into Ins arms. “Our sorrows are over; good fortune has come to us' both—thanks to poor uimLiu’o lega cy!” They were married it. the following spring. Theirs was a pretty modest little house, whore Ralph proposed*to work us hard in comfort and happi ness as he had already done in pov etty and sorrow. His picture had been taken from the Academy to Mr. Brushs gallery, ami had achieved '.i genuine success. Larger sums had been offered for it than the one for which it had been sold, but the pur chaser steadily refused (through Mr. Brush), either *o part with it or let Ins name be known. An eccentric fellow, evidently Ralph declared', and his pretty wife agreed with hint heartily. Eccentric enough to he a relative of Aunt Stafford.'.'said she One day. when ho returned from some business in town, she came to the door to meet Inm; slip- slipped her littlu hands around his arm and she watched him. “No use,” lie said when, after ball an hour’s hard work, the chest, lay in Fragments invar the fiuor, und lie arose from the task of examining them. *\She wus either wandering in her wits, as you think, Essie, m her riddle is tot/ hard fm us to read, l'lm chest will do for firewood now, ami if I wore you l*d burn the rest of the ru bish w lit it ” Essie looKctl at him with eager, glowing eyes. “No,” she Raid: “I will puzzle over The Jtddle a lit Liu longer before I de aide to give it,. An title's last words were: •The chest—in the clips!/'— and she died while speaking them 1 haven't so much property in the World,' dear, that I should refuse to keep poor auntie’s legacy for auntie’s sake.” Be i he tilings were stowed away again, ami ili.u lovers parted, with many kisses ami some tears, ami •went,each to the performance of •heir d ii lies. Eslella to fill the p.osi ' tion of companion in the house of u widowed lady friend, and Ralph to renew the good fight against “iron fortune,” uud gain, in spile, of pov erty. obscurity, and long discourage ment, a footing on the ladder of Fame. “And if I succeed,” lie said, “if t»iv picture which will he on exhibi tion in Lite winter, should meet with approval ami a puronascr, i'll come to you once more and ask you to marry me, ami then, Essie, you musi not say n.e nay.” In the winter! it was summer now, and he had several months of hard work* and privation bet ore him, but his spirit was a brave one and the thought of Essie gave him strength. Hu put the remembrance of her worthless .legacy slew-J fast ly away, uml bent to Ins work with a will. A little before Christmas his picture wa»finished, and sent to an art. ucadctuv for exhibition. Oh, the hope, the joy, tho pride, with which lie attended on the open ing day! At lust ho would have a chance <o bo ioi and judged. At la»l he should fnitly compare his work with that of others. At hut he might hope for admirers, patrons, the promise of future success, tho corliiimy of daily bream With light heart, ami elastic, springing step, tia entered tho brilliant, crowded rooms, and gazed around him. llis picture was nowhere to ho seen. Surely there was somo strange mistake, lie procured a galulogue, commenced a lougaml tedious search, and found it, at last, in a dark and out-of-the-way corner—-the vvotst possible position in the room. Tho disappoi vt incut crushed him. He hud not even tho.heart or spirit to complain. It wus the old, old story, ho thought, wearily. Tho story of unknown and unpretending merit, pushed aside to make room tor interest and wealth. “1 should have had money or in terest to secure mo a good position,” ho groaned, “and i have neither, i here's no hope for Essie or for me.” Nevertheless when tho first cruel shock of disappointment was over, ho did not feel disposed to bear the iimllor quite so calmly. Next day no waited on some gontluuieu of the Committee who had charge of Imag ing the pictures anti made hu griev ance known. it did'ini''.good. lie was unknown, nuimportuiit, '(influential. Bach cb-o plaints were always living made. Some people always were dissatisfied Others had had more prominent, cla'ius than he. “Yours is an unknown name,” they toid him. lie answered, with some irritui ion, thut t was likely to continue so with their disposal of his work. An imliff- rent .shrug of t he shoulders was ausvver, and: “Some one must take the had placbs, of course.” With which re mark the co-iimittuo gave its uttun lion to other business. He wandered away to the wretch oil place hu called home, and lay down there..'ulonc with Ins despair; Hope, ambition, energy, forsook him wholly. He was sick with the sickness of tho soul. So passed two tlnys. The third wus Christmas Eve. Quite .catly in the morning a knock upon his door 'surprised him. An elder mill) stood there, shrewd looking ami well dressed. Hu step ped in and in trod need himself abrupt iy* “My name is Brush, sir, of the firm of Brush & Co., picture dualer* You know the firm, of course? A customer of mine has seen your nio litre at the Academy—a lino thing sir, but villainous hung—and offers you through me, fivo hundred dollars for it. I minted what I thought a fair price myself, as you had neg lected to do so. It’s worth more of looked up into his face. “Don’t hr angry witji me,” she said. “I have keeping a secret from you, but now 1 want to tell you all the tinth. Como to the parlor, i have been making a purclmso, and I want', you to soo wlmt it is.” iio followed her, wondering. There, in thu parlor, his picture smiled down on him from the* wall. lie uttered a cry. Ho tinned to hid wife with outstretched •anna. “Essie! You wore my first pat ron!” She flow to his embrace. “Tho very day oil which 1 found the money!” she whispered. “Could 1 hem that another should possess it? Besides,” she added, archly, “you hud said that as stain as your picture will sold you would ask mo to be your wife. Naturally I wauled ii to be sold as soon as possible.” lie kissed her smiling lips. “My best darling!” hu murmured. “And so then, after all, wo owe all our good fortune to Aunt Buff- uni’s LegacyUliurlott M. Stanley, in N. Y. Ledger. “I wish Columbus hud never hmi born,” was w hat a Loudon merchant sail! when ho heard that his ca-hier had left fur New York with till tile IliBUtl. Many men arc so rushed and driv en by business uh’uira that they often say laughingly, that they have no time to “get acquainted with their families.” The Boston Post tells of an amusing incident regarding one of ihose very busy men: . lie usually left homo before his children wore up iu tho morning, uud did not return until after they had; gone to bod. •• lie was hurrying away ono morn ing when ito found that his little boy had risen earlier than usual and was playing on the sidewalk. “Go into tho house.” The little fellow refused. His father seized him and ^puniihed him. The child ..went into tho house crying, and tho mother asked,*- “Wlmt’s matter?’’ “Man hit mol” cried the child. “Wlmt man-?” “Why, that man that-stays hero Sundays.” A Moat Wonderful Well. Mr. John i\ Mooro wits in town yesterday, aud told^the Chronicle of a must vvouderful well, which t ,h«» lately been discovcren iu Taliaferro Cou uiy on tho farm ”ofj^l{cv, Mr* 11 ill man. Wo preface wlmt Mr. Mooro says, by stating that ho is ono of tho best citizens of his county, and his staiumenis will ho reudjly bcliovod.by all who know hinii. Mr. Mooro said that he had been suffering with rheumatism for months in one Imud to such an ex tent that lie was uliable to open .it, mid having heard that, this well was a cure for rheumatism, f guvo,.it a trial. One lime bathing;,in it re lieved him, and lie is now able to tiao liis hand as well as evor. Clniiley Callaway is a negro blaoic* smith who lives near Mr.; Moore. Charley has been. afflicted with r< eu mat ism so severely that Ito hue not been able to walk without tho use of crutches for fourteen months. After thu first day's bathing ho walked off without his eratenos, and after using the water as hath for several days, lie was able to tuko up his trade as blacksmith. Charley ironed a heavy log wagon for Mr. Mooro last week, and teems to bo entirely restored to health. Other teinurkahlo cures besides these have bitch performed. It is a most won derful discovery.—Wasliington Chronicle. Lots ov Fun in TKX.vfl.--At a a crowded ball fight yesterday "six balls were killed, also lino horsesand two piemlmes wore gored bat tlm (utter not fatally. Urowdod tmius went out to tho scone of thought.— Brackett News. A newsboy who was eating away at a yellow bananna, while lie had two red ones stuffed into his pocket, was approached by another and. asked: “Did you get that tin-typo took ur ton cents?” “Naw!” “Too cloudy?” “Naw! I was on my way to th« gallery when bunannas dropped to three fur ten coins, and I took ad vantage of tho decline. Tin -type* arc alius ten cents, but bauaumis bob up and down.—-Free Press. A Shrewd Boy. A jar of preserves had effected • vey mysterious disappearance during tho night, and the fact was mention ed at the breakfast table next morn ing, Denials' of guilt came from every side, but it was noticed that otic particular youngster was silent, “And vvliat Imvn you to say, Gvo?’* finally said his mint, turning toward him. Aud then very honestlyj.nnd solemnly camu thu response: “My pa don't allow mo to talk at tho table.” A young man wants to know how to bring out u mustache. Tip a cord around it tightly, i itch tho curd to a post,'and then run back ward.