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11 ■ ■—■' VOLUME IX. DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY MARCH 23, 1887. NIIMBJER 35. Professional Cards. W. T. PARK, M. D. 34 Whitehall Street, Atlanta, Ga,, Celebrated many yeara for liis cures of the •worst forms of stomach, liver, "bowel, kid- ■cy and bifidder diseases, dropsy, heart aud lung troubles, catarrh, etc., all blood diseases, nerve disorders, nervousness, neuralgia, rheumatism, debility, female complaints, opium aud- whisky vhabits, private diseases, sexual weakness, etc. Furnishes 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 him giving a history and statement of your affliction, symptous, age, sex, etc., enclosing postage tor reply. "DrTpTwi. JOHNSON, PRACTITIONER, ' Lovett, - - Georgia. ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL C fALLS ATTENDED T< J hours, Day aud Night. *ch25 tf. J. L. LINDER [SIX MILS NORTH OF DUBLIN.] OFFERS his services to the public at large. Calls promptly attended to, day or night. Office at residence. aug 20, ’84 ly. CHARLES HICKS, M. D., PRACTITIONER. ublin, 3e20, y Georgia. DR. G. F. GREEN, PRACTITIONER. Dublin, - Georgia. '-'4 ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL O'hours. Obstetrics aspeciolty. Offloe Residence 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 inglands. , ; .' . b. Stth, 885.-6m. The Dublin Academy Tuition Payable Monthly. Rates: Primary Classes $1,00 perm. Intermediate “ $2,40 per m, Advanced “ ....... $3,20 perm. For further information address PEYTON L. WADE, A..B„ ’ Principal. N. B.—Board at reasonable rates may he had in the town. . jnn 12 tf. G. HIESCHMAN 18 NOW WITEI Einstein & Lehman, SAVANNA FI, GEORGIA. The LIVERY STxlBLE 18 NOW KEPT FOP. THE ACCOMMODATION OF T1IE PUBLIC; When wanting accominrxlttliou in liii.- 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. / Roiwmibir you oan get Dublin ml llie Sai,ii.mil, Weekly