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Professional Cards. W. T. PARK, M. D. 8| Whitehall Street, Atlanta, (3a, Celebrated many years for his cures of the worst forms of stomach, liver, bowel, kid ney and bladder diseases, dropsy, heart ana lung troubles, catarrh, etc., all blood diseases, nerve disorders, nervousness, neuralgia, rheumatism, debility, female complaints, opium and whisky habits, private diseases, sexual weakness, etc. .Foraisbes medical advice, medicine, etc. to the afflicted at their homes through mail, express, or otherwise or takes them under his personal care in Atlanta. Call on or write to himgiving a history statement of your affliction. sympU «ge, sex, etc., enclosing postage for reply. AN INNOCENT IMPOSTOR Dr. P. M. JOHNSON, PRACTITIONRjt, Lovett, Georgia. £tALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALE hours. Day and Night. mchSS tf. Dr. J. L. UNDER [SIX MILS HOKTII OF DUBLIN,] OFFERS his services to the public at large. Calls promptly attended to, day or flight. Office at residence, aiig 80, ’84 ly. ; \ CHARLES HICKS, M. D., PRACTITIONER. • Dublin, - Georgia. jc20, y ' dr. e. f«~green7~ PRACTITIONER. Dublin, - Georgia. '"'(ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL A^hours. Obstetrics a specialty. Olltae Residence ; '‘ . ' ' T. L. CRINER, 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, Ocmulgee and Middle circuits, and thp Supreme court of Georgia, and else where by special contract. Will negotiate loans on improved farN ing lauds. b. 8th, 885.-6m. — . t The Dublin Academy Tuition Payable Monthly. Rates: s 0' Primary Classes *1 ,60 per m. $2,40 per m. ■ « $3,20 per m. For further information address PEYTON L. WADE, A.B., Principal. Intermediate - . Advanced N. B.—Board at reasonable rates may be had in the town, jan 12-tf. G.HIRSCHMAN -IS NOW WITII- tein & Lehman, Savannah, - Georgia. m $r\ | | The LIVERY STABLE ^ Is NOW KEPT FOR THE ACCOMMODATION OF THB PUBLIC. Wbea wanting accommodation in this Hoe cull on me. W. J. HIGHTOWER, Nov. 24, ’80. Du mil., Georgia. There had been a railroad acoidenfc at Grove Hill. Upon the ground, upon rough boards hastily covered with shawls and wraps, upon car seats wrenched from tho cars, in every attitude of death and suffering, lay the victims of the disaster, whilo those who had escapod injury, and the neighboring people from all sides moved busily about ministering to their wants. One group of three people was little apart from the others. An old woman, with a terrible cut npon her face, hastily bouud up with a course handkerchief, was bending over girl of sixteen, who lay unconscious upon tho ground, moaning fe She was a pretty, delicate girl, her face white and still, her eyes half closed, and her rich, brawn hair fall ing in tangled waving profusion up on the grass. The doctors made a hasty exam ination, and put her back gently up on the ground, exchanging one sig nificant glance, and promising the old woman to come back again. Evidently working-women, and poor, woie these two of tho group But the third one, standing beside the old woman, was as evidently a lady, with a gentle, refined face, soft white hands, and the dross of rich material and fashion suitable to woman of wealth. A wide hat shad ed her face, but she wore no gloves or wrap of auy kind. She did not speak as she stopped near the moaning girl, and tho old woman sobbing over her, but she put a handkerchief, wet with strong per fume, in the old woman’s hands, and steppod back to open a satche she carried. Soon returning, sli said : “That’s right. She may revive if she smells that. And now, let see your face.” Hands cool and tender removed the coarse bandage, wiped the blood away, diew -tlie ; cuf. together," jarjd dressed it with sticking plaster. A soft, fine hankorchief replaced the the blood-soaked one, and then the ady asked : • Have you any other hurt ?” No ma’am. Heaven bless you ! But Mary! Oil, look at her dear lady ! Mary ! Speak to your granny, darling 1 Oh, the .dear child, she’s dying! Oh,* Mary, oan the good Lord leave aii’old woman dike mp, and take you ? Oh, Mary !” “I am afraid she is badly hurt,” tho lady said, “but I will have her carried where she can have propei; care at once. If I cull my men, who are hoie to help all they can, to car ry her, can you walk as far as tho white house you see on tho hill there ?” “Oh, yes, doar lady.” “That is my house, and I am send ing as many as I can there. In a few moments I will come back to have your daughter carried there.” “My grandchild, dear lady !” But the lady was already on her way to a group of men who were di recting the removal of some of the injured passengers to the bousos in the neighborhood already open to receive them. Two men and a cushioned car seat were at once sent to carry “Mary” to Mrs. Van Rit ter’s, and gradually the ground was cleared of the victims of the acci dent. For four weary weeks Mary Byrne lay in a state of terrible suffering from severe internal injuries, nursed by her grandmother, but every want supplied and the mest tender inter est shown by the lady who had opened her heart and purse as wide ly as her doors when she received six of the wounded women into her beautiful home; all poor women, tin- abio to give her more lima thanks and blessings, as one by ono they re covered and roaumed their journey. Only Mary Byrne and hor grand mother remained, for the injuries received by the girl were fatal, and in there was nothing to do for hoi* to make thelittlo span of life maining as easy as tho kindest care could make it. The old wo man’s story was a very simple one She had been a nurse in a hospital in Now York, and transferred another hospital iu a smaller town Mary, her dead son’s only child, had beou given a place in the kitchen of tho new hospital, and they wero on their way to their labors when the accident threw them upon Mrs. Van Ritter’s care. • Common people, you soe; very common people; and Mrs. Van Rit ter was tho widow of a millionaire, the nieoe of ono of New York’s mer chant princes; yot had tho suffering girl been of her own family, the dainty littlo lady could scarcely have donemoreforhor. Every day she took hor turn watching her while her grandmother rested. Every direction of the doc tor was carefully followed, medicines nourishment, and whatever was needed, being of the best to be ob tained; and when all was over, tho quiet but appropriate funeral was at Mrs. Van Ritter’s expense, and her own white hands put flowers in the dead girl’s coffin, und then gentle drew tho gray head of tho weeping old woman to rest upon her own breast. " V “Three littlo children aud the kindest husband I have seen lying so,” she whispered, “and I know what a heavy 3t>rrow you are boar- ing.” And tho gray hair was tenderly smoothed, while the old woman comforted already, wept quietly. When tho funeral was ever, 1\ Byrne, greatly to her surpriso, was offered a place in Mrs. Van Ritter’s household. She did not suspect that it had been made for her out of Unit lady’s compassion; foi*,. her ago and loneliness; but it added o moro item to the debt of gratitude that stirred hor heart to the most passionate devotion towards her kind friend. It is littlo to say that Margaret. Byrne would have died for Mrs. Van Ritter. She worshiped her us some too pure and good for this world, and could soe no fault to cloud wliafc seomed to her perfection. It was not the money that Mrs. Van Ritter had spent upon Mary that moved hor most profoundly, It was the fact that Mrs. Van Ritter’s own whito hands had helped to nurse tljie girl; tluifc Mary’s aching head had been pillowed upon Mrs. Van Rit ter’s own breast while that lady stroked her hair, bathed her face and soothed her, While more than ouco her lips wero pressed upon tho pretty wasting lace as she spoke ten der words of pity. Three years lmd Mary lain in her grave; threo yoars had Margaret Byrne given Mrs. Van Ritter» hor service of love, when a slow, wasting fever attacked Jtho littlo lady, and for many days her life was in dan ger. All the passionate gratitude of Murgaret’s heart was poured out in hor devoted nursing, her unwearied care during that illness, and when convalescent days followed there-was a friendship between the ignorant old woman and the lady that was far closer and more confidential than it had ever been before. And this was how it happened*that ono day Mrs. Van Hitter said : “You often wonder, Margaret, at my sympathy for tho poor children at the almshouses or in the asylums. It is because I know how tho poor ittle things, no matter how kindly thev are treated, miss tho love of their mothers and fathers,the pre cious family tics that nothing else can replace. I was twelve years in an orphan asylum, the “St Mary’s Uoinc.”My mother made a runaway mutch, and died a widow in great poverty,, and I was taken by the wo man in whose house she died to the •Home,’ with a letter she wrote, on ly a few lines, telling my name and her own.” Margaret’s face was turned away —Margaret’s voice had a strango husky 8otmd, as she said: "“Wlmt was yoiu* name ?” “My name was Agnes Waldron and my mother’s maiden name was Agnes Field. And this was how I oume to bo takon by my uncle out of the ‘Homo:’ Tho matron let my grandfathor know when 1 first went there,.but he would not forgive my mother, and never came near me. After he died, my undo found the matron’s letter and came to claim mo. He was a widower, without any children, and my life has boon oflo of wealth and ease since ho took me to his homo. I have had heavy aor rows by death, and with all my money, I have few to love. So you understand now why my heart is so tender for tho littlo ones who are loft as I was left for twolvo long years. Aro you asleep, Margaret f Why, you aro crying.” “And who would not ory P” asked tho old womau. “To think of you so good to everybody, having such sore griefs to be Jr yourself.” “You soft-hearted Margaret Yon want to fan mo, I know, and I am sleepy.” The fan moved to and fro, with the regularity of a machine, and presently the invalid slept quietly, Not until thou did Margaret Byrne stoal out of tho room walk slowly to hor own, and bolting the door, sit down to think. Memory brought np one picture from tho past, vivid as if it had boon but yesterday since sho saw it. Slio was an nndor-nurse at “St. Mary’e Home,” and tho matron brought in two babes to bo fed, washed, undressed, and put to bed. “Poor littlo girls,” sho had said, “nobody to look at them could soe much difference botwoon thorn, but Ms ono;is a street! clipld, picked u tho Pane, a litt waif, while this ono is the grandchild of old Joshua Field, whoso daughter ran away tbroo years ago. 1 am going to writo to him now, and maybe ho will take her.” It was none of Margaret’s business to make any further inquiry; and for three days tho children wero under her care. Tho stroot waif was call ed Sally; tho other child by her own name--Agnos. The street waif was a bright, winning baby, a littlo beauty, and the nurso grow fond of her. Tho child of gentle birth was peevish, sipkly child, demanding constant care, but not a winning babe. On the third night Agnes Waldron, the true Agnos, died in convulsions. When ibe matron came to make hor morning rounds Margarot was in the kitchen pro- paring food, and by some error the dead child had boen moved to Sal- lie’s bed, while Sully, the bonny, crowing baby, lay in Agnes Wal dron’s crib, and boro hor name, and old Margaret kept the secret. The Id nurse now rocked liorsoll in her chair, whispered softly, so softly none could overhear : “Oh, Mary, darling ! aro you not glud it was your old grannio gave tho dear.lody all the money, all tho good things ? Oh, my doar lady! Hoayen be praised,'it was yon ! And nobody will over know, nobody will ever guess, but old Margarot, that you’re not Agnes Waldron at all, but Salliu Nobody 1” And she kept her secret. Nobody ever know or suspected that Mrs. Van Ritter was Bailie Nobody and" an impostor.—Yea; York Ledger. Child at Washington—Who are all those men lounging around out side of the capitol ? Parent—They aro United States Senators, my child. “Aro thero any moro Senators be sides thorn ?” “Only ono.” “Where is he ?” , + “Ho is inside muking a spcoclp” Omaha World, Tlie South and Pensions. Whatever be tljo vordiot as to tho final paupor pension bill, it would soem that the abuse levolod at the South on account of its dofoat is al together undovsorved. Her ropro- sontadvos in Congress strained a point and passed tho bill ns it camo before them because it was a North ern moasuro, for tho roliof of North ern soldiory. They woro willing, wrongly, wo think, to place this ad ditional burden upon the South rather than endanger the party by- giving oven the shadow of excuse for tho rosnrroction of war issues and tho chargo that she wus violat ing her agreement. Thero can bo no dispttto blit that as regards ponsions tho South has aotod in a manner entirely consistent with her surroiulor at Appomattox. A heavy pension list was a part of the situation accepted and from that day until this Southern Congress men have cast choir votes in favor of every pension measure {that mot tho approval of tho North irrespect ive of party. This last measure was voted for in silent contempt; they must have soon in it a confes sion that disgraces the manhood of tho North. Behind thorn stood their own people, crippled warriors, impoverished veterans, .orphans and widows and sonloss mothers, pcoplo who mot their rovorsoa without a murmor, who took up their tasks amid conditions that would havo ap palled a less gallant ruco, and ro- doomod their section, not only with out govornrnont aid, but whilo pour ing into‘tlie Romos of the North, tho sum of their savings to support the victors who woro Uio scars thoy had inflictod. Wo say contempt,' bocauso wo can not inmgino tho confession • involved in that bill could have inspirod loss in tho heart of any Southern man It said in olfeotjthik tnuqli : ffitijiti tho inon who fought In tho \far bo- twoeh the Stiues! iipon tho 4 Union side, aro now unablo to earn a lining, and without some help from tho Sou thorn pcoplo must perish. It is true wo woro the victors, that’ the war onriohod our section and that wo livo among a myriad bitsiitoas op portanitips that spring;from the an nu«l expenditure iu our riiidst of nearly a hundred millions of dollars; it-is true that the .'Sop tit.- wastwrqok* ed, that the war was fought on her soil and 'her homes mudo desolato and'that she has no income but what her, people earn by tho swPaWf their brows; still wo must bo sup ported oven if thoy have to support us.” It is a confession that under tho best conditions tho men of the North cannot do what the men of of the South have done under tlie worst. It is an appeal-from tho vic tor to tho vanquished, something a little more humiliating than a “Help mo Cassius or I sink.” The South has nojolaiths upon the government that will yiold her an iu- como. Wo thank Gqd for tho fact. Harsh and bitter as has boon her ex perience it has fitted hor people for larger triunips; it has given them a sterner manliness; it hus wrought a finer dignity, a more perfect self- reliance and a broader spirit. Vast as is the pension drain upon hor, she could bettor afford to pay it even trebled them to accept it in any shape or form. When the “panper” bill rofurnod to receive the almost solid vote of tho South against it, it- came bear- ng tho condemntion cf a tho Ohief Executive, a Northern man, and of tho leading papers of that section If the soldiers of the North have boon misrepresented they will be able to express themselves next year, for we doubt not but that this measure with tho vote and voto upon it will bo waved in lion of or alongside the bloody shirt for all it is worth. Wo shall see then to what extent the demoralizing influence of dependen cy and gratuities has effected tho the muujiood of the Northern public. Moron '/r/cgro/i/i, Pal u ted Faces. A respectable woman ought not to “plant” her faco, unloss she can no it so cleverly as to defy detection. Thite, I think, is impossible iu broad daylight; and to appear in the streets with a plainly artificial complexion is apt to oxoito unpleasant suspic ions. \ I boliovo there are many good wo men in Now York at present of whom men think dreadful things, and from Whom other women shrink a littlo, even in a public plaoe or at a shop oonntor, because they are so destitute of taste and so spurred on by vanity as to daub their faces. Paint makos them pretty to thorn- solvo8, and thcii fancy that they are started at so much merely because thoy awaken admiration. But I am afraid thoy aro gazod fft also for other roasons, and in a way that would oxoito tho indignation of any male rolativo of tho family who should happen to observe tho gnzor. It is said that in Wasliingtbri Micro liavo been several serious affairs of luto, oaiised by tho fact that foreigners do not understand that an oimmdlod lady, walking in the.stroots, oan bo ono ho may not laddrcss as freely as l),e chooses, lie could not understand that tlie ladies wore respectable, although their complexions woro not. Tho groUt point, of chase, is to bo roally correct, and pure of heart, but a good woman tn.u&fr. remember that though God oan sdo her soul, mon judge by outward seeming. Sho may take hor choice, and go abroad with tho skin that nature guvo her aslwcill washed and cared for aB possible, and bo takon for whatBho is, or sho may wear tho as pect of a Broaden china court lady, of a brand'how Gliristmns doll, and ho wrongly suspected of untold depths of infamy. All, yes ; for though I bdiove the womau who paints of ton merely moans to mako hnrsolf look as young and innocent as alio fools, she produces quite another effect on beholders. She puts the white on hor now. and the rod on her lips, and tho shudow on her oyo-lhahos, ill' the shaded and curtained bedroom, beforo a looking- glass that lends u tint of its own. Bile has no idea what a horrible ob ject she is in tile glare of tho sun, or in tho searching whiteness of an electric light. My doar girls, if your skin is still innocent of cosme tics, pause and rollout. I will not toll you it is a Hill to paint; that all depends on tho motive, it is often mo roly a folly. ♦ I will not speak of its uffcoton skin of health; wise doc tors have fully vontilatnd that sub ject. I will not even ask you if you would willingly forego that delight ful “soiiho” of the face in cold water wo all know; but l will ask you a plain question : Being respectable, should you not dosiro strangers to boliovo you so? Assuredly you will say Yes. Ah, well from time ini— momorinl, the badgo of a “docent woman,” of u Indy, hus boon, before ull olso. a clean face, and tho mark of tho fullon und degraded —paint— M. K. D. in New York Ledger. A Sly Dudge. Tho resignation of lion. John iShonnan as l'residont of the Senate, was not so much to pavo tho way for Senator Ingalls, as to put an extin guisher upon Senator Riddlobergor as the iconoclast of the House of Lords. Afler tbo 4th of March Uiddlebergcr will havo tho cas ing voto in tho Seiialo reorganization. We look for a circus performance when the Senator from Virginia catches on to this bit of Republican strategy. To-1*A v closes Lite six-years’ mis chievous career of Billy Mali one. llisoxit will hardly be greeted by (lowers from the public bol-hoiiso. There is a mail out in Illinois whose name is .Joseph (Jumbod. lie is said to bo of a very reining dis- posil ion. -■'K ■ v* 1 'M