The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, November 17, 1886, Image 1

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Newspaper Page TextVOLUME IX Professional Cards. W. T. PARK, M. D. 8f Whitehall Street, Atlanta, Ga, Celebrated many years for his cures of the worst forms of stomach, liver, bowel, kid ney and bludder 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 advice, mediciue, etc., to the afflicted ait their homes thumgh mail, express, or otherwise or takes them under lib personal care, in Atlanta. Call on or write to him giving a history and statement of j our affliction, symptons, age, sox, etc., enclosing postage for reply. Dr. T. tTwiLLIAM^ XJB3ITTXS \ 23^0 IHec at H is csitle ee .SiiMi'is* Building.' First door below the urt llmi-e. ajh21. iSfi.ly. DUBLIN. GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 17. 1881). NUMBER XX Or. J.P.HOLMES, PRAcTSTIONSR, CONDOR. GEORGIA. ( 'ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL V • hours. Obsterics a specialty. Office Hesideuce. • * nu,Ii24, 7m 1 If A. WOOD, o' t ±-'g ion ex*, CO A. GA. ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL • v..- npurs. Obsteries a specialty. Oillee Residence. int'hiL tf. ©.-. P. ' RitACTI TH)X>'ii. «'M, . - tU'erj'iu. ( '-ALLb aT1. LN;>KU TO AT ALL V*'. lejurs. i.>nv and Night. i.-.‘; v ’fr U* ' ; • }\ | i 11: % BMe, .i: i.u air' ousi.i.v, | )Kr “RN ids :(r;\ices to -the public at ;• fdlh- pri-nipily-alh-:»d<-d lo. die. or .ilgm.; ' at resideneei au.r 20. ’b*l ly. tG-HAHLSS HICKS, M. 0., PR A UTITIO N EH. ■•lililin, Geurtia. .A", IV an. C. F. GREEN, PRACtlTlONER. Dublin, - Gaorgia. 1 ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL hours. Obstetrics a specialty. Offlec Residence T. L. CKiNER, ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR AT LAW, Dublin - Gcorf/ia. in ay tf. FELDER & SANDERS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Dublin. Georgia. Will practice in the courts of tl:a Oco nee, Octnulgce and Middle circuits, and the Supreme court of Georgia, and else where by special contract. Will negotiate loaus on improved farm ing lands, b. 18th. 1885.-Gm. Notice BISvSytljE v LISE! sW'MW Acres improved farm land in 50 dif- /eiicpl places from 1 to 12 miles from Dublin, Terms easy 4 Store Houses ami Lots on Jackson and WP'hingion Slrdets. ?j5 Building uml Business lots in and a- ' and Dublin. 2 Dwelting Houses well located in Dublin. 2 mail 2 room Dwelling Houses. ft Building and Business lots at Bruton Station, D. A . R. R. *70 Acre place. Saw Mill Bonanza, Bruton Station. i>.& . R. R. bOO Acre place in J settlements 11 miles vit-st of Dublin- Bargain Lsmh Bought and Sold & B;*ccinltj*. 28 Shares !>. Jb . It It. ! m. Cheap. Patronage Solicited. Buyers anted. Prompt attention given to ail y *.*•;•• Business fy.luO Fahui.us V, anti to. JB Julius A. Burney, General ilu.it statu and Col lectlug AflMief. f^L.ft liuarum-i- >uigo.nl terms Send in your age and get uAimatu uf cost. IDOX t>l±3X - wjm^. G-at. THE AUNT FROiVI AUS TRALIA. < “Nile-green morre and water-lil- lies! Oil. Helen, how altogether lovely! You’ll be a perfect Undine, and a curtain gentleman I know of will ho hard-hearted indeed if he can resist you in such a toilet. By the by, Helen, yon were not at the church souiubje. the other evening, and therefore missed seeing how very attentive Mr. Gray was to your cousin.*’ Helen's tone is full of contempt as she'answers; “How absurdly yon talk! Do you imagine for a mpmeiil Unit Mr. Gray could ever fancy that plain, little thing? if he is polite to her, it is because'she is my cousin. But we :ui«r better be careful Sylvie just left the svwini, room a short while ago, and she may return at any mo ment.’’ if Helen had paused to glance into the adjacent apartment, she would have seen that she had been mistak en in thinking it unoccupied. By tiie win low, nlying her needle upon the lustrous breadths of the Nile- greeli moire that, is to adorn her eousju’s tali form that evening, is a voting girl. That she Inis hoard Hi Ion’s slighting words, the. Hush i ll it, stains her fair cheeks and the expressions of pain fine darkens her i" eyes testify. Helen Mom rose and Sylvie Garter me cousins and orphans, hut in all other res pec s their lots in life have similar, y; for while the former is rich ami able to gra.ifv evoi y whim, the latter is dependent tupoii her own i-ll'.rta lor her support. ' hill ev.e(I;tig's gayer), of 'which, a--HS'i.ti ,:i s.ieii gat .Vh fugs, lie! ci. Mam rose r. Hu: iickito wledged' b* •!'>, \6 u sticee..', au*Hi has • raid-I t •'an. <*- ■ i• i’e U> ilia 1 Voting iady’s satisfaction hat her iioisi tievtiied cavalier has been. Leon Gray, lln* owiie:; of Fairvievv, who. above ail ot lit 1-, is considered tl.e season's most >ivsiraid*; part. For miles ai mi nd Fair view is just )y called tin; most beautiful place It had been built severul years befme by a rich man for a summer resi dence, but before he had Ibid an opportunity to enjoy it, he had sud denly died, and it had come into the market. From that time until a sho. t while before our story opens, il had remained m.tenanted. Then the nevvs*hud remained uu- teuanlcd. Then the news had flown far and vvido that it had at length 'found a purchaser in the person of a very young and handsome gentleman, Mr. Leon Gray by name. It. wa* not long before the news-comer be came a prime favor'tc in Clareton society, ns is. perhaps, not surpris ing, considering the extreme rarity of the eligible unmarried gentlemen in the neighborhood. It was a church sociable that Mr. Gray-first became acquainted with Bylvie Carter, and so much pleased was he wit h her graceful, unaffected manlier and charming face that (heir Hint uiee'ing was by no means their last. Three mouths slip bv. In her tiny sitting-room Svlviu is seined alone, her head bent above a letter which lies open upon her lap. it is from an aunt—her mother's sister—in Australia. The letter says that the writer, through the failure of a company in which her husband’s money had been invested, bad been dashed from a position of com|ictency to the prospect of a fu ture of dependence; t hut she is old and feeble, and shrinks with a great dread fjom the thought of ending her days in an alien laud; that, after hesitation, .she has decided to state her case to her distant relatives, and ask for their aid. Thu writer faith er t-u/s that iIlia is the second letter she hui written, the first, which had been to her brother's daughter, having elicited only u cold unsympathetic response. As Sylvie finishes, sho unlocks her desk, and lakes from it a roll of bills. She counts them slowly over. One hun dred dollars. To her a great sum, reprcscutinjr the savings of three Ion" years of patient effort. And now that the end for which sho has worked is almost accomplished— that money has been earned sufficient to-pay for the two. years’ finishing course which is necessary in order to become an applicant for a teach er’s position; duty stands in the way with upraised, k debarring hands. The return matt takes in the old la dy, impatiently awaiting a reply, the following: My'IJs.vh Auxt.—Though I have never seen, you, my dear mother loved you loo well for mo ever to turn a cold or neglected ear to her sister in her'time of iron hie. Come to meat once. I nave often longed for ucompanion, and now Providence is kindly going to grunt me the de sire*! boon. Enclosed you will (ind an amount sufficient to bring you to where your niece is awaiting you with welcoming, affectionate arms. The winter that follows is an ex ceptionally lively one; but while Helen Mot rose has enjoyed to the full its excitement, there has been one element to her satisfaction lack ing; for though she has exerted herself to the til most, as vet her fasuinalious have failed to bring 10 the desired point the young eligible, who, in her estimation, as he is hi that Of others, is bean and shoulders above lus compeers. In the ineuiittfne, the friendship between Leon Gray ami .Sylvie still continues. flic little, silver-haired placid faced old lady vyt.o has become an to mute of Bj i viu’s home, seems to have conceived ail extreme fane) lor her niece s frequent caller, and 8yl vie of ten is caiiei'i upon to listen to encomiums which sli* finds no diffi culty in indorsing heartily, “it is evident that you are prone to sudden at lachiiienis, atintio," sb t . says, smilingly, one day. “That is true,” the old lady re plies, “for 1 fell in love vvuh yon, m\ darling, the first moment I saw yon.” The weeks glide on until, one afternoon, the elegant equipage from Fairvievv, with its thorough-bred horses, and livened coachman, drives through the village, stopping every now and then to deliver the cards of invitation .which request the* pleas ure of the favored recipient's society at a fete to lie gi ven at Fail view a couple of weeks hence.. “Indeed you Tnnst go, Sylvie,” her aunt exclaims, when the former ex presses her determination of sending a regret. “I am too old to care for scenes—alt hough it was very kind of Mr. Gray to rciiicmbcr me—but you arc young, ami youth loves change and gayety. What if you haven't an elegant dress? In simple white muslin, my (lulling will be the queen of the assemhinge, if um in I lie guests’ estimation, in that of the house's young master, if my old eves are not very much mistaken. You need iio.i blush, although blushes arc becoming to you, iiiv dear. . Say you will go 'j.ist to satisfy mu?” But Sylvie does not commit bersc|f to any answer then. A few days later, however, when Leon, with all Ills heart in his dark oyok, and more than a lover’s eloquence upon his lips, pleads a double cause—that she will not alone go to Faimcwus his guest, but will prom iso to re enter it to remain some future blissful) day, as its beloved mieuoss, her an swer, though low and fullering through great surprise, and as great ami sudden a joy, sutifius her listen er. . A* the carriage which carries Svl vie colls on us way toward Fuirviuw, a ioi In-r passes it with a uhittc mid nit lie that causes Sylvie to start—a trivial incident which situ does not think imyihing about at the t:me. but rouicmucrc later. As sho descends from the dressing- room, sho finds Loon awning her at the foot of the stairs. “Cottle,” lie says, as ho offers her his arm; “my mother is awaiting to bu presented to yon with lho great est eagerness.” Straight through the Spacious apartment he leads her to where, at the further end, stands a small torm attired in rich black velvet, with a kind faee frame by puffs of softest silver. “Mother,” Loon says, “this is Miss Cater. Si 1 vie—turning to the gill by his side with an expression of mingled earnestness and amiisomont in his dark eyes, “if I am not .inis •taken, I think you are already ac quainted with my mother.” Looking iqi with a start of supreme snrpiso, Sylvie recognizes • in the face of the old lady, who lias taken both her hands tu her own, instead of,responding to herson’s introduction with the formal how etiquette pros-, cribes, that of the aunt whom six months before she welcomed to her home and love. “My mother told the whole truth, mill nothing but ilie truth, when she said lhat. she had lost her all,’’ Leon tells his bel.rot.huil later; but she neglected to'mention that slit- had a son whose fortune had escaped the disaster that had swept away her own. Sylvie Carter’s love story was too romantic to remain long hidden from general knowledge; and while it. would hardly be fair to say that Helen grows green with giivy as she watch6s the happiness of her cousin, oncie poor, hut now rich with For tune’s lavish gifts, it. is certain that her cheeks flushed more darkly than was becoming, when one day shortly after the wedding that, ma le of Syl vie Carter Mrs. Leon Gray, her inti mate friend, Fanny Hunt, re marked: “Don’t you wish you liad thought twice, Helen, i eforo repulsing so coldly that Australian relative of yours v It was ivelear case of ’an angel unaware.’ ” If looks could annihilate, there would cerluily he no long**:* any Fan nie Hunt it-fi to say sharp things; but fortunately a glance, though it can do much, cannot, ki!!, and Fan nie lived to accompany her. friend upon ilie extended European tour which lluluii soon after decidud upon. Leon Gray’ii i otuo is filly named, for within its well as without ali is fair; and the f mi rust jewel it enshrines is the young wife whom each day that passes her husband finds more wort hy his life’s love and devolior.,—Carl Briukeit, in Now York Ledger. Work of the Country Editor, The country editor Ims to manage his business, lie solicits udvert.se incuts anil spends hours in the uoik of convincing men against their wills that it ts to their iimirust to beep their names and wares before the public; he spends days and days talking with men iu induce them to become subscribers and slowly builds up a list of numbs-lor his paper; lie doubles his work when it comes to collecting the. money for his adver tisements and his subscriptions, tramping miles and miles and wast ing many picciojis hours trying to get .hold of a few dollars with vvhicn to im’ei obligations that are pressing linn, wolf like, and lacking his mind with perplexity and fear. That is the work winch makes the country editor old before his 'ime, that often times put. him in u humiliating alii tude before business men, and lilt.- his heart with thu bitterness of dus pair. That is the real labor uf the country editor. It is to bu wondor- ud at that sometimes his paper i dull uml uninteresting, scant of uuwr and lacking in ihu attractions thu the public demand. And thu influence of the counirv editor—who mm estioiutoit? It n ihogreu'usl force in miycommunfty. The wont of ull the ministers ear.ipn oqual the inflttonco of thu country editor. The spoken woid wijl never equal tho written one in effectiveness and permanent value: and all I ho congregation it* a town cannot equal, in number, the auditors of the edi tor. He speaks Weekly to thousands of people where the ministers talk to hundreds. Wo bring tho minis ters into this discussion, not to belit tle their work, but to make a com parison that, will be generally under stood. The influence of the country editor is nearly always helpful; a good newspaper wilt tIo more for a town than any other influence. Is there a hospital to be built? Tho editor presents tho necessity for tl, kindling in every mind a desire to see the institution established, points out the way for accomplishing the object desired and helps along every scheme for furthering tho cause. Are selfish men planning to line their pockets with a scheme that will injure instead t.f benefit the town? Tho editor exposes the plot attd awakens tiro, opposit ion of the people. Is there a L.ir iu progress for the benefit of a church or u town library? The editor booms it, gets everybody interested and in sympathy with the matter nud turns thogoldon tide in the proper direction. He helps along the local charities and ail worthy institutions, ho keeps tho people informed about each other and alive to the in tort Bt of their town; his influence is strong, constant, and for tho well being of his town. And l.is reward? Alas, we cannot enthuse over that. Hu receives that iu the heavenly kingdom. And lie guts . there* quicker than incat moil Bo tar as this world is concerned lie must bo content with tho “vvelldqiie” of )iis own conscience will) .the satisfaction that ho i« laboring honestly ui-d well, and that his .life was one of usefulness. And the true country editor is really lam ent with this reward; tho man who looks chiefly for pecuniary returns for running a country weekly is not fit for tho noble ptofussiou ho has entered and u nuty nine times out of one hundred such an otic will got badly left.—J. II. Mubbett/iu Journalist. “Well, Johnny, I supporso you frequently got your little hide tanned at home?” “Oh, yea, I get a licking every onco i‘i a. while.” “Who gives it to you?” “Sometimes pa, and sometimes nut. It. depends on which of them liasiTt anything else to do lit the time.” Bridget--“Flint* did the doctor say was the matter .wid yoz, Fm?” Fat—“Faith, and he sod mu con stitution was mu down, and I musht (1 Itrink irrun for me blood.” Bridget—“Irriin for yer blood! And how ca.i you drink irrun?” Fat—“By melting it, to be sure.” Bridget—“But ye can’t dbrink moiled hot mini, yu fool.” Fat—“Indudo, Don’t 1 know that 1 curu't (Jbrink melted hot irrun, but euni’t I wait till it cools?” Among the vve-ddiuy picseuts to a Kentucky editor was a pocket-book. Thu poor mnil had to smile feebly when lie saw *t. Having never had any use for such an article, lie cer tainly never will need it now that he is'married. Where lie Hid Bern Them. “Look at the Indians!” exclaimed a youug woman tourist to her com panion tourist, a young man, as the two walked along T-hud street, in id spied u bevy of red muii and squaws on lower Jackson street, “Let us go and talk to them,” said he. “O’li, I’m afraid,” said she. “Don't you think it is dangerous?” They sauntered down the strum to u lit re the lu linns were scaled on theottrbtioiie, awaiting the depart ure of their train. “Great chief,” ejaculated tlq, mile tourist uddru4«ing one uf tin- bucks, and handing him u ci* gar. i lie buck took tho cigar and was silent. “Has the grout chief killed many buffalo, boars and tigers?” uakod tho tourist. Tho buck shook his head nud busied himself in igniting the dona ted cigar. “Thu groat chief seen the buffalo bears and t igers, hasn’t he?” Mo signified that his eyes had fiushod on such animals by uodding his head. “ W h ora d id l ii o great ch ief aeo them ?’’ “In Barn urn's circus,” replied the buck. Aucient Fnmil.v ICoKci. Miss Matilda Amos, who lives with her sister oh a farm nour Povr- ersvillo, this county, has in her poss ession a groat many family vel'tou that have been handed down it* a di rect lino through severul generations. Among these is a glass tumbler that is posit it ely known to have boon in the family 107 years. It was many yo rs ago tho property of hor grand mother, Mrs. Raohaul Amos, who was a native of Maryland, and diod near Baltimore. Among other anti quities, Miss Amos Ims a doublo- glass tumbler—a tumbler within u tumbler. Thu inner tumbler can be filled from tho bottom only, and thon appears as any ordinary tumbler, but who'll thus filled, anyone desiring t<* slake i ho thirst.»here from realizes, with reference to tho contents, that “thou art ho near and yet so far.” About t\voi)ty-flvo years ago oar in- formant iu vain tried to drink somn wine from this tumbler, anil iio is satisfied that the wine is still there, though many I nvo since tried to drink it.--Home Journal. Mticon Is tho Place Tot* the J-'alr. Tho talk of moving tho Biato fair to Atlanta'continues, and without reason. No placoequal to the City Park in Macon cun ho found. Tho necessary buildings are thero and without oxpciisbOf preparing gtotindu or buildings tho'fair can continue,to bo held there. If movod to Atlanta it could only be for tho purpose of benefit ting Atlanta at the injury of the fair and of the State. In case of such a removal a stock company will be formed in Macon with suffi cient capital to offer such premiums as will iiHuro txhibts surpassing tho present. A rivalry will spring tip between tho two fairs which will di vide the patronage and damago both. Macon is tho place for the fair and Macon will have it fair that will control the hull; of Lho public patron age.—Albany News and Advertiser. A newsboy who was eating away at a yellow bununnu, while lie bed two rod ones stuffed in his. pocket, was approached by another and asked: “Did you got. that tiu-lyp® took nr tun cunts?” “Naw!” “Too cloudy?” “Naw! I was on my way to tk« gallery when hanannas dropped to 1 liii-i; fur in* cents, mid I took ad vantage of thu decline. Tin-type* are alius ton cents, but bnnununs bob up and down'.—Free Press, jj Lor* of Fun in TuX.vs.—At a a crowded buff light yesterday six bulls were killed, also fine horses and two picudorort went gored but the itit ter not family. Crowded tinin* went out to tho scone of the fight.— Brackett News. >1 ■ >. Did you over notice how the strug gle to conceal tho identity of hush on a hill of faro by putting it in French. “Oil, muittjnu,” Huid u litllo hoy when he saw a Chinaman for tho firsfi tunc. Vjnst look at that inan with lint iromturH tucked into his llijH.” Testimony has been taken in count to show that King Ludwig was not insane.

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The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, November 17, 1886, Image 1