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VOLUME IX.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY MARCH 23, 1887.
NIIMBJER 35.
Professional Cards.
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34 Whitehall Street, Atlanta, Ga,,
Celebrated many yeara for liis cures of the
•worst forms of stomach, liver, "bowel, kid-
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diseases, nerve disorders, nervousness,
neuralgia, rheumatism, debility, female
complaints, opium aud- whisky vhabits,
private diseases, sexual weakness, etc.
Furnishes medical advice', medicine, etc..
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statement of your affliction, symptous,
age, sex, etc., enclosing postage tor reply.
"DrTpTwi. JOHNSON,
PRACTITIONER, '
Lovett, - - Georgia.
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*ch25 tf.
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OFFERS his services to the public at
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night. Office at residence.
aug 20, ’84 ly.
CHARLES HICKS, M. D.,
PRACTITIONER.
ublin,
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Georgia.
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Dublin, - Georgia.
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T.L.CRINER,
ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR
AT LAW.
: -•••. •'Dublin - Georgia.
may 21 tf.
AT AN APRON FAIR.
“You know, Arthur, there will bo
strong opposition to our marriage,”
Clara Watson said, her soft, blue
eyes sad through tho loveligiit shin
ing in thorn.
She had spent 'a few moments in
utter happiuess as Arthur Barnard,
Ijer drawing teacher, told her ho lov
ed her, asked her to be his \yifp, and
thep, over the joyous heart, came the
shadow of dread. Hqr lover looked
at lver. in simple, uuaffected amaze
ment.
“Opposition ?” ho said. “Bat
why?”
“Because,” Clara said, her face
orimson with confusion, “papa has
set his heart upon my marrying a rich
man. Ho thinks I am pretty, and
Aunt Julia has always talked about
my coming out next winter, as if I
was to make a sensation. Please
don’t think me foolishly vain. l am
only repeating other people’s ideas to
yon.”
■ *But ydtit fatlior is- not a rich
took a lofty, tone, anti treated tho
wholo businessaB childish nonsense.
So in October, in spito of all pload-
iug, Clara was sont to New york,
and Arthur left with only her own
gentlo words of promise to comfort
him.
Correspondence being forbideu, ho
could only wait, in wlmt patience he
could.command, and hoar, ,witlx set
'
setn and gl6p|my eyes, Of Claras in-
, . Li niwilll
man
i...
FELDER & SANDERS,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Dublin,
Georgia.
Will practice in the courts of the Oco
nee, Ocmulgce and Middle circuits, aud
the Supreme court of Georgia, and else
where by special ec.nt.ract.
, Will negotiate loans on improved farm
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Intermediate “ $2,40 per m,
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jnn 12 tf.
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Jine call on me.
W. J. IIIOBTOWEH,
Nov. 24. ’*).
Dill dll,, (Icori'in.
“lie has been, and all mamma’s
popple are. very wealthy. Uncle
Hartley is very rich, and A
Julia, mamma's sister, lives at the
very top of Now York society and
fashion. When pupa failed ten
years ago, and came to Bnsby, all
mamma’s money wont with his own,
as she had loft it to him when she
diod. It is the one dream of his
lifo that 1 shall marry wealth.”
. “And you ?”
“I am entirely happy in my quiet
life hero, and,” shyly, “I love you.
The desire for wealth has never
troubled me, and it is with dread,
not pleasure, l look forward to next
winter in New York.”
“Do not go.”
Clara shook her golden head sadly.
For ten years, her ddbut had boon
talked about by her father and Aunt
Julia; and her cousin Grace, who.
Was to bo introduced to society at the
same time, floutingly declared hor
mamma was more interested in pur
chasing Clara’s finery than in tho
selection of that of hor only daugh
ter.
The love dream that had come to
Clara had been the growth of three
long yours of intercourse; and when
the young artist felt his heart stirred
by Clara’s beauty and grace lie hud
not hesitated to make his admiration
known, wooing her so gently, so ten
derly, that tho pnro, gentle heart
passed into his keeping almost un
consciously. It was so much a part
of the girl’s, daily happiness to see;
him, lo hear his tender words, that
she did not think of tho future un
til his proposal threw its shadow over
the placid content of her life.
Yet when they had talked long
about it, Arthur did nob doubt hor
when she said :
“You may trust mo. I lovo you
and I will not give yon up. Pupa
will gi ve way if 1-ahi true to you, be
cause ho loves mo too well to make
rite unhappy.
Yes Arthur Burnard, being a
proud man, found hirnsolf ir. a most
unpleasant position when lie went to
Mr. Watson and told him his love'
and hope. That"gentleman was fu
rious.
“Clara is a mere child —not eigh
teen,” lie said, “and I consider yon
have tekoii a most ungentlemanly
advantage of her inexperience.”
“J ean offer your daughter a com
fortable home, Mr. Watson,” was the
reply. “My income is not a very
largo one, but it issuificierit for com
fort, and your daughter loves mo.”
“Non^ohso ! She does not know
what lovo is. You arc the ,host-look -
ing man she has met, aud can con-
verso* wjth hor probably in a more
romantic strain than is affected by
the youths of Busby; but Clam will
see society noxt winter, and probably
forget your oxistcucb. I most posi
tively forbid any engagement.”
And Clara’s tears and timid plead-
mir did nut mow her fm.hu. He
luction to
aunt’s
gravety in whioh she lived. Busy
gossips told liim all, there being
tnuoh active correspondence between
youpg people in oity and village.
Busby was prohd of Clara Watson,
and Arthur Burnard did not want
nows of her triumphs. Soon addi
tional torment came, in tidings of
tl^e conquest of Maxwell Dyotfc, j tho
millionuii’o, who was reported to
have beoo mo. Clara’s most uialontiud-
mirer. No gouty old mam of sotfep-
ty, as milUonairos may be, but a
handsonVo young fellow of
quiqkly. “It is mino, and
was embroidered by my great-great-
grandmothor, and loft to mo by my
cousin.”
“Loft to you 1”
Ho is deadly pale now, aud in tho
ludy’s eyes tliero is a pitiless look, as
if in some cruel task boforo her she
was finding a straago dcligltb,
“Yes, my oousin, .Clara • Wilson,
eft jt to me' whop she.died.”
“Doqcl H ho • whispered. “Doad I
’ardon.me, •> 1 knew your cousi% 1
havo seoh her Wear that apron—was
her friend. Your say bIio is deud ?”
They stood quite alone at that
moment. A mock auotion. at tho
other end of-tho hall had drawn the
orowd away.
Yes, she died two years ago. If
you \ wore hor friend, you may
like to hoar about her.”
And tliose cruel, searching eyes
wei’o fastened upon his face. _
twouty-
sovon, a pot in sooioly, who hud hud
flirtations past counting boforo Clam
Watson \yo» his vagrant heart, aiid,
report said, kept it.
In the .Christmas, vacation Arthur
Burnard wont t‘q the. oity, and was
denied-the sight of his .lady-love.
He saw Mrs. Davenport—“Aunt
Julia”— who spoke of her niece’s on
gagemeht to MaxWell Dyott as. a fact.
He went to the opera, and saw hi:
own betrothed, as ho oonsidored her,,
with the handsome youujg milliona
rie, all dovotion to hor, and Mrs.
Davenport beaming upon them.
With hot-headed, impulse lie rash
'od back to Busby, wrqto Clara a
furious letter of reproach, and-' ac
cepted a position to travel to illus
trate a book upon Central America,
whoso author was to go with him,
the whole party at the expense of an
enterprising publisher.
Tho world was five yoars older
when Arthur Burnard rotnrnod to
Now York. Tho book upon Central
America had established him as an
illustrator, and he had travelled
widely with its author, thoir joint
productions pleasing tho public, and
IHliner their own purses. Yet, in all
those five years, no fairer fa<?6 Had
crowded out tho reoolleotion of’QIara
Watson’s in the artist’s miild, and ho
was Still a bachelor. Ho went to
Bnsby to find Mr. Watson's cottage
vacant, and no one knowing where
that gentleman was to bo found
Ho sought for some nows of Gluru,
and found none. Calling at Mrs.
Davenport’s, he found that lady had
gone to Europe.
Drifting about in leisure time
with a few friends, Arthur Burnard
drifts one evening into a largo hull
where a lively littly Iudy of his ac
quiiintauce has a table at an “Aprub
Fair.”
“You don’t want an apron,, ,1
know,” she said, “but yoil can in
vest a fow dollars in' ice cream for
tho benefit of our asylum;” u.id Ar
thur obeyed,';
Wandering about, certainly but
little interostid iii aprons, he sees
one, quiet by itself, in a glass case,
and mut’kod “150 Years Old.” It.
looks familiar. Suroly somewhere
ho 1ms seen that round, black butin
apron, embroidered in rich silks
long faded, but wonderful as a spec
imon of needle-work. Ho is still
gazing at it, when a lady in ’ charge
of the cable secs him, and rho • puz^
zlcd expression on his faco is reflect
ed upon hors,
“Do I know him ?” she is ask in#
herself. when ho looks up and asks
“Is this for silo ?”
“Oil, no ! It is merely exhibited
us a speci men of need lo work in old
timos,” sho said, adding mentally:
“How pale ho is 2 I kuow now who’
hois.”
“Can you toll mowhoro to find tin
owner ?” he says. “ r * ~~
“You c.4
her husband:
“ Yes, tho fair was a succoss; every
thing was sold; and pooplo soohxod to
oiijoy themselves. But I am very
tired, and fool .more uq if I had been
seeing a tragedy than selling aprons
for the Orphan Asylum;”—Army
Randolph in New York Ledger.
Tho Mortgage. j
The Albany News uhcl Advertiser
speaks of tho mortgago system ns fol
va : . V“* 1
The mortugo is not an Vunutfibd
evil as sorhe jonrnals would liavo*ns
bbliove. It is unfortunate that tho
uooessity fbr eredit oxi’sts, 1 but' the
fact remains aud it is one of the most
stubborn of thot fu!cts.
Credit is a blessing, but tho abuso
of it is ono of tho greatest oursos
chat over blighted individual or com
munity prosperity. ; A man’s credit
me
depends Upon his oharaotor and the
ropn^ition'ttiifla'njcys^foronorgy^tin-
“Yes, yosjanytiiing you can tell qrgy,'industry, sobfioty, and intogr’r
‘If you knew hor, you know what
a lovely girl she- was—the lairest,
purest woman I ever know; a woman
who lived in hor uffootjons, an"
whoso lovo, onoo jwoti, oould never
wavor or die. 8ho was my cousin,
and when sho : was.intodcod to aooio
ty it wus’at my motltor’s house. She
made an impression at onoo, atid was
admired and oourtod, but she had
engaged herself to a teacher of draw
ing at Bnsby, wlioro horfathor lived,
and she was true to him, ulthough
she .might have iriarriod to a far bet
tor worldly position than ho Offered,
hor. Indeed, to. my ooitaih know-
lodgo, for the gentleman himself told
me, alio rofused'Muxwoll Dyotf, one
of tho wauUihiost men in Now York,
threo-itimes.”
“Refusod him ?’*
“Yes ! Tho first time was just af
ter'Christmas, .and n few days biter
a letter came to her from hor Busby
lover. I uuvor road it, but I know
that it killed hor. Not all at once,
but from tho hour whon sho opened
it, all gladness went oitb of hor lifo.
She became qnito an heiress the next
summer, our uncle Hartley leaving
a fortuno divided between Olvra and
tnysqlf; but she took no pride or
comfort in her money. 8lio throw
herself into cluirch work, district
visiting,- itnd was like an old woman
before she was twenty. To please
hor father sho bought a largo honso,
received guests, went into society,
hut hpr l;oavt- was broken.
Uom did site speak of her lovor,
and always gently and forgivingly,
but when sho became tbo avoak to
leave hor room I vvushonstniitty with
her, and then she talked more freely.
Mo lmd given hor 8iisp ; ;ion for per
fect confidence, jealous mistrust for
her pure lovo.; fie, was, deceived
that I learned later; told of her on
gogemont to Mr. Dyot't, who hum)
teAhor; but if lib liad lov^d hor ho
would liavo givoii hop the opportuni
ty toAefcmrl horVelf/ ■ to show how
sho was hedged in hy social obser
vances. lnstoud of that ho wrqto to
her, throwing off and straightway
“•'•shod away* nobody knows
where. Sho was novor ill of any ac
tiial dirfease. She simply faded out
of life heart-btokoii, for hearts do
breuk; though, physicians may not
licknowlodge it. And Arthur Bur-
ijard murdered her as suroly as if he
had thrust a dagger into hor
heart.”
“You kuow him,?” Arthur asked,
in a hource voice.
“I have been introduced to him
I have seen his photograph, and
think I should recognize him.”
“I thought so, .Such confidences
are seldom givon to strangers. You
cannot blame him inofo doeply than
he hlarnus himself. Good evening !”
“Good evening !”
And so ho left the lmll, with tho
bitter truth to foco that hy his own
lmsty action ho had thrown away his
life's happiness and broken the hem
of tho woman ho loved.
And Grace Dovoupott Gay tor, af
m:diiigH», in Vr -'vr **
p.oouniary obligation, anil is the out-
u growth of a system of oolleotion laws,
;1 ‘ that aro tliomsolvos dq%tite, ! and
Worth Hoiuombcrlmr.
That tho tpti^uo is not steel, yet
ihoute. < ......
That cheerfulness is tho weather
of'tho heart.
’ That slbop is tho bo^t stimnlant,
a iidrVinc snfo for all 4 to take.
That it is bettor^to be ablo to say
“Nb,” thtin "to* bo ablo. to read Latin.
' ThatcfoVdair is’.uot necessarily
pure, lior warm air ncccessarily im-
That a chebrfu 1 fuco is nearly as
good for un invalid as hoalthy weath*
or*,
Tliht'thoro aro mon whoso friends
arc morotobo pitied than their en»-
.4
That advico is liko,oastor oil, easy
enongh to giyc but hard enough, to
tixko7\i ■
That wealth may bring luxuries,
but J that'luxnrie8 do.not always bring
happiness.
ft
. - Now', r
‘tyfoi
a so
ibiir—
rrnanoe of a
' is the out
pr.ooautionary
^4 !
ntardj
winch hnvo .r<i^.. Tr
niousiirfes iipoessrtry.
Without oroditbasod on soon. „
every farming sbotion of Georgia
would be rod need to dospetate
straights. Tho farmers would be im-
abio, gouerally, to ontqr upon Itljo
year’s operations, tnufth leas oiirry
their orops throtujh to piafcurityi if
HIM
credit oouldmo;t be obtaiuod. This is
an appeallnig state of affairs, but' no
hope is offerod but a judioions use of
credit. It is truo ( th;it somo mon
have character, onorgy and industry
coupled with a roputution for past
promptness in mooting their eugago
monts npoii whioh a merchant can-
lean with safety. But oupilal is cau
tious, auM any man who asks oroclit
must be prepared to aocode to tho
terms on which ^it is given. If a
mortgago is required it implies noth
ing more than tho wanting of u so*
oiiiity allowed by law whioh insures
against tnisfortuno. No one can
tell what a day may bring forth, and
a mun whose good intentions are
baokod by an ubility to moot futuro
engagements, may in a fow months,
be placed beyond tho moans of liqui
dation.
Gatird jealously your credit mid
preserve it by every cayo that hones
ty ran suggest apd sunotiou', for it
is of more value than gold or land
or personal property. Tho agents
of destruction may doprivo you -of
your possessions and leave you poor
in this world’s goods; but credit oun
remedy tho miafortuno.
: ’ r , — i >• —
Both HUlcs.
From Till Bits-
That grand* tcmploB aro built of
small stones and great lives made up
Of trifling ayqntq. ‘ .uiMBBl
That natnro is a rag merchant who
works up ovory .shred aud art aud end
into'now creations.
That dri open niip|„an open hand,
and an opon iioiirt would everywhere
llhil an opon dpor.
That it is not qpough to keep the
poor in mind; give thorn somothiug
.to keop you in rnipd.
That mon of ton prpaoh from tho
hotisotops whilo tho devil' is crawl
ing in at ^ho basoments holow.
That life’s real lieiooB and heroines
aro tiiqso who hour tlioiy own burdens,
bravely and givo a helping hand to-
thoso around thorn,
That, 1 uisty,'.words of ton rankle in.
tho won ini which injury gives, and'
that soft wproji assuage it; forgiving:
ouros, and forgotting takes away
tho scar.
will be loiiely enough without my
little Katy-did in it. But I snpposi
I will have to.giyo, her up, I can
cxijhiCt tojlmvo her to myself always,
Minch as I would like to do so. But,
don’t ask mo to givo her up too soon
Fred; 1 must keep hor in tho homo
nost as long us I can. My tlossihg
go with you both wlion tho hour of
parting at Tust cotnos.
Fond Father (to his Katy-did af
ter the departure of Fred): “now,
sec here, K ; t, you hook (hat young
man in just as soon as yon can.
Strike while the iron is hot. If you
loso this chance you may nut got
another soon, and whon, a girl gots
to bo your ugo slio’s got to watch tho
comers mighty closoly or she’ll got
left out in tho cold altogether. Times
aro mighty hard, and I’m got ting
tired of footing your bills. Now,
you 8oe if you cun’t slyly wheedle
Fred into tho noose within throe
months.”
-_|_LL__ 4
Tho longer tho naino of a railroad,
generally speaking, tho sniallor its
mileage; tin- longer a imiii b|>.-uk* m
public, thu loss he has to
*•»,
^ ’
Au Old StiOl'y la a Now Dress-
Boston Gazotto.
A \Vostoriv ,, mmi who had been-
clmnnod with tho oratory of tho
late Judgo Thomas Russell in his
own town, ohanoed to bo in Boston
onb ovoning when tho Judgo was to-
speak in tlib fi’remont Tomplo-
Starting front tho Rovoro House ho 1 ’
mot a littlo man to whom ho said:
*1 want to find Trnmont Temple,
wliioh they suy is on this streot, and
hear J udgo Russell Bpoak. Ho spoke
onoo in toy town out West, and ho
iB a lippor. I would givo a hundred
dollars rather than miss Louring him
to-night, Wlioro is that Tromon
Temple?” The little man said : “I
am going to hear Russell myself, and
will show you tho Temple.” Somo
pleasant convcrsuton ensued, aad tho
two parted at tho door. What was
the Wostorner’s umazomont^ after
a few tnoinonls, at seeing in
the speaker the courtoous little man
whe had slibWn him the Timiplo.
1 1 ; —rr .
Ethel— 1 “G eorgo, dear, they
have n now kind of candy down at
Wostlow's. it’s perfectly delicious.’
Goorgo (nbrvotirfly)—“J.s it ? A now
kind, ch ? What does it cost?”
Ethel —“only a dollar a pound, dour.
And it melts in your mouth us sweet
ly idyllic as u dream of ambrosial
nectar,” George—“A dollurapound
you miy ? I though you said it was a
new kind”—Soniprvillo Journal.
Tho regular train robber out West
ought to haul off for a spoil and givo
tho public a show. It’s too much to
ohurgo a man \ cents a mile at the
start and then havo somo other,rob-
ber tako what he has left boforo he
gots to his destination.—Dotroit Free
Press. . . .
Tho boy who reads tho nowspapors
regularly, will grow up to bo intelli
gent and well infoi mod. Ho will uso
good latiguugo and have an idea of
soionco, litcruturo, rhetoric, history
and geography. Tho man who de
prives his children of a newspaper is
doing very wrong.—Ilawkinavilio
Dispatch.
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