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VOLUME IX.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY MAY. 25 188^
NUMBER 47
Professional Cards.
AN OLD LOVE REVIVED.
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I must bo firm,” said Mr.
Sterne to lnmsdf, as lie swung wide
the gate of Mrs. Eldon's pretty gar-
deu aud passed aloh^tho trimly kept
path to the house door. “This lax
ity in business is not to bo tolerqjtod
at all. If I had not been called away
to Europe just as I was, and loft
Harry to collect tho rents for mo,
Mrs Eldon would never have got in
to debt for three mouths’ rent—
that’s contain 1” ho said, as his pull
at the door bell sent a tinkling isam
monsthrough tho quiet house.
‘She paid her rent regularly
enough the first three months when
old Jones did tlio collecting. It’s
some nonsense on Harry’s part, of
course. But Mrs. Eldon won’t find
it so easy to fool with me.—Ah 1” as
the door opened and a neat little
maiden oourtosied to him pretily.
‘Give my card to yonr mistress, my
dear.”
The girl showed him into a little
parlor, fresh and cool, where the
blinds were olosoly drawn, to ex
clude the too intense rays of the Au
gust sun. It seemed almost like pitch
darkness to him at first, ooming in
out of thp broad glato of a summer
noon.
He made his way.to the window
and sat down, peering through the
green soreen of loaves into the sun in
garden beyond.
“Plehsant and cool,” ho muttered,
but dark as Erebus. I wonder if
it would be treason to open the
blinds.” •
Befoiie lie had time to decide, the
door opened instead, and he arose,
as a fair young girl entered and came
quickly and confidingly toward him.
It was she who had come out of
the bright light uow, and the soft
green twilight decoivcd her. The
card had borne her lover’s name, Mr.
H Sterne ; she saw a man standing
near the window. It was Harry, of
course, and she wont towards him
gladly, am!placed her hand in Ilia.
“Dear Harry, I’m so glad you’ve
comb 1” she said impulsively, - not
stopping at first to wonder at the
absence of. his usual welcoming em
brace. “I’m in such trouble ! Your
uncle will never consent to our mar
riage now. Mamma Will not hear
of it either. Tho lawsuit is lost,
dear; has been decided against ns,
and I shall be quite, quite penniless!”
She sat down and burst into tears,
covering hot* face with her little
white hands, and nevor suspecting
her own mistako. Tho astonished
visitor, meanwhile, gazing down up
on her uneasily—perfectly compre
hending thp odd situation, but qnito
(it a loss hVw to behave in it.—took,
with sudden sympathy for bor dis
tress, one of the pretty hands within
his own, sat down besides her, and
imirmered bewilduredly—“Penni
less ?” . /
“Yes,” alio sobbed, turning in
stinctively at the sympathetic touch,
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G. IIIRSCHMAN
IS NOW WITH-
Einstein A Lehman,
her lover’s shoulder against which
she laid her golden, head* “Yes
penniless. You know it was npon
that money that we depended for
everything. Even tue rent wo owe
to your uncle, who I hear, has re
turned from Europe, and who will
not be so lenient, dour, as you are
—even that the lawsuit was to have
supplied. Not but what we will
raise that, in some way—if necces
sary., by the salo of the furniture;-
bnt yon and I. Harry had' bettor
never have mot, for wc nevor can bo
married !”
And she clung to him, quite over
come by her grief, and sobbed
against his breast.
llore was an odd predicament
truly, for a staid gentleman of forty
five, who bad come out to collect
arrears of rent, in the firmest and
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most business-like way, and who
found himself, instead, without any I jt, nf
premeditation of h'is own part, ou- f ur j 0l , r treachery and
gaged in embraccing and consoling [ corned you too much
tonnnts 1 And she was so young—
and so protty—that not to sympa
thize was impossible.
‘Upon my soul, I don’t wonder
at Harry, after all 1” was Mr.
Sterne’s mental coufcssion; And
for the life of him ho couldn’t help
caressing hor fair, bowod head, and
murmuring soothingly:
“There, there, dear —there l”
When her sobs had abatod a little
sho went on:
“I knew, now, why mamma op
posed our— onr love, so resolutely at
first—why she afterwards forbade
you to say a word to your .undo, uu-
til this matter should bo sottled, and
thon only promised her consent to
our marriage on condition .that the
money came to me ;—I’ll toll yon
why Harry.”
A quick misgiving ns to his right
to receive a confidence evidently in
tended for his nephew’s oar, sprang
up in Mr. Sterne’s mind; but inter
est in the little romance he had so
innocently discovered, natural car
iosity as to its truo aspects and cir
cumstances, a serious conviotion of
his own right to bo informed upon a
subjeotso important .to Harry—all
kept him silent; while his uncon-
sicous companion wont rapidly on
“Mamma will bo down directly;
let mo tell you boforo sho comes
Long ago, Ht»r.ty—oh, twenty years
ago, four years before I was born—
mamma was a young girl, engaged
to one wliajn she dearly Joyed, but
not to my father, whom she eventu
ally married. This young lover of
hers wout to San Francisco, it seems,
to bo absent one year; with tho un
derstanding that, upon his return
they should be married. All at
once he ooased writing, and—he
never returned. Throe yoars she
waited—poor mamma !—loving him
in spito of his cruelty, aiid then
somo rumor of his engagement to
another reached her ears. So tho
end of it was that sho married papa
who had loved her long and well,
and has never scon hor false Iovoi-’b
face again in all those years. And
now comes the strange part of the
story., Harry—that falso and cruel
lover was vour uncle, Mr. Sterne 1”
She-lifted her head from his bos
om as she spoke those last words
and looked, up in,to his face; her
oyes'had grown aocustomod, now, to
the dim light; in ouc glaucosho real
feed her own-error.
She uttered a shriek of genuine
terror, and sprang from hor place at
his side.
“Oh, Heaven 1” she cried. “Wlmt
have l said ? What Imvo I done
Who aro'you, sir ? IIow dare you so
decoivo mo ?”
And with one quick movement
she sprang past him and fl.ing wide
tho blinds, admitting a flood of gold
en light into tho room by tho win
(low, at tho Batno moment that a lady
—clad in widow’s mourning, but
still young and fair- entered in hur
riedly by tho door.
“What is tho matter ?” she c*ied
advancing nervously. “Rosa,
thought I heard you scream. What
is—’’Then she saw tho pale, agitated
faco of the man, who advanced one
8top to moot her, and she recoiled
with a sudden sense of shock
“Oh!” she breathed, low and tremb
lingly, “Hurry Sterne ! Do we meet
again at last ?”
“Alice 1” lie oried; and thon
somehow, Mrs. Eldon had sunk
weeping into a tebair, and her long
lost lovor was on his knees besides
her, while Rosa—love taught, ,and
seeing intuitively how muttors stood
—stole silently away and left hor
elders to thoir own devices.
“And yon are Mrs. Eldon—not
Mrs. Clare ?” he said presently.
“How.could that mistako arise ?
saw tho notico of your marriago to
j John Clare, Alice; saw it, without a |
word of preparation or win ning, and
d mo. 1 cursed you
icoit, while
ornod you loo much ever to ro-
yotir daughter says, your letters
never rouohod my hand, for I loft
San Francisco as soon as I hoard tho
nows that wreckod tho happiness of
my life fot ovon. For over, Alico,
have novor married 1”
His old-timo lovo laid her fair hand
upon his lips.
Hush, Harry, hush 1 Tho child
knows only half onr story. 1 could
not tell hor that wnioh would oast a
shadow on hor dead father’s memory.
James Eld >n loved mo too—too woll,
too solfishly. On his death bod,
throe yoars ago, ho told mo all—and
implored forgiveness of us both, if 1
should live to meet tyon. 1 ask Tit
for him now !” sho fell upon hor
knees before him—“Harry, forgive
the dead !”
Ho raised her—oauglit hor qniok-
V in his .breast.
“Tho plot was his ?” lie criod.
‘And John Clare ?”
“My cousin Alice married him.”
she said. “Jamos substituted my
name for hors in tho paper aud sent
the notice to you. James told me
long afterwards, of your approach
ing marriage; lie brought mo lettors
that coufirniod tho nows—but, Har
ry—lie is dead 1”
•And iyou ?” He bold her close
ly to his breast; his eyes devoured
her still loyoly face with yoarning
eagerness. “Jutnos is dead, as yon
say; let tlio dead rost; but you Alioc
—you still love mo?”
Blio drew herself gently from his
arms. V
‘I loved;you in past yoars,” sho
said. “You know that—rbut now,
do you desire to rovivo tho past
again ?”
‘Yos, yes if it bo possiblo. ‘Tho
tendorestlovoiji tho world,’ thq^say-
is an old.loysLXOWved;* ! 'fiavo been
fnittrftrr,"‘Alico. Shall both lovo aud
faith be vain ?”
She was in his arms again. #
“I am poor/ she niurinnrod, with
downcast eyes. “Even my child
fortune is lost, and—sho lovos your
nephew.”
“I know it. God bless them both
Thoy bIihII marry, Ahoejloan seoaro
thoir happiness, bat mine is in your
bands. What will you do with it P”
Slip nestled to his breast as Rosa
had a little while ago, and smiled
half shyly up into his eyes,
“What brought you hero to-day
Was jt to collect the relit ? I am in
your debt, my dear old lover.”
Ho kissed hor lips. “You can
pay mo nil your debt, and inoro,” he
vvhisporcd. “Will you, Alice ?”
And, as a double wadding took
place but threo months later, it is to
be supposod that Alioo answered
“Yes,”—while judging by tho calm
unchanging happiness of tlio cldor
pair, it would scorn that the old say
ing is a truo ono, and that “the
tpndcrcet lovo in allTho world is an
old lovo vo\\\’cil.~-Charlolle M.
Stanley,- in New York Ledger.
Seeing and Observing.
Youth Companion.
“I novor was so impvessod with
tho difforonco botwoen oyoa and no
eyes,” wroto an English author late
ly, in a private lottor, “as on a short
; ournoy I onco niado with diaries
Diokons in Franco.
“Wo spout half an hour in a sta
tion honso waiting for a train. As
we loft it he said : ‘Did you soo that
miser sitting by tlio door P No doubt
he has a bag full of gold buried in
bis garden at homo, Evory coin had
left a crow’s foot about his eyes. Did
you notice tho loyors ? Tho unsuc
cessful rival was there, to6. Ho was
the bagman with tho hooked nose.
And the young mother with her ba
by ?’
‘“I saw no baby,’ I said.
“'•No; .it was dead. But the
mothor was with it, though she sat
tlioro alone in tho orowd.’
‘Now, I had soon only an indistin
guishable orowd of pooplc. 1 read
no liisjtory of greed, or lovo, or doatli
in tlioir faces.”
A story with a similar moaning
is told of apiotnro exhibited in New
York a year or two ago. A wealthy
merchant with his wifo stoppod bc-
foio it. It represented tho tower of
a church oovorod with wild ivy,
orimsonod by tho frost, and in its
shadow an old Italian poasanfc
crouching ovor a basket of fruit.
“What a pioturosqno offoct 1” ex
claimed* the milliomviio. “Norman,
eh ? Or Italian ?”
“Tho tower,” said tho artist, who
Concerning tho Sox of Satan.
There is a young woman teaching
in ono of the city schools who, ii her
powor of persuasion equals her zeal
will work discord awong the sexes
annihilate matrimonial prospocts
and produce a decidedly ‘‘bearish”
offoct on tho man markot. l.f» she
wore a dominie ut Andover sho would
bo on trial for heresy within a week
A few days, ago ono of her pupils,
shuffling and dioning school boy,
undertook tho horculoan la or
parsing this scntonco: “And the
devil shall bo chained for a thous
and years,” 'J’ho”outlook was that
his satanic majesty’s Cntanglemono
would begin beforo the p rsingond
od. But tho boy finally got the
devil where no doubt all tho listen
ing olssi and tho nervous tcachor do
vontly wished him. “Du-a-v’l,” ho
ho drawled, “is a uaoun; pro o-por
tho youngest and/prettiest of his
preach you. If yoa wrote mo,* us
rinonn; third person; ning’lor num
bor; common gen-——” “Stop
screamed tho little ^schoolmnain
“Mascalino! Always mmouline.
Syracuse Journal §
lmppond to bo presont, “is opposito
jour own chamber-windows, and the
fruit vendor is old - Lise, who bus
boon situqg thoro all tliesummor.”
Tho moroliaub, no doubt, appear
ed ridiculous in tho eyes of tho ar
tist for his luok of artistic sight,
Yet it iB probable that if a bundle of
scraps of cloth bad beon placed bo
foro him, his oyos would have boon
keon to dotoct difforonccs whioh the
artist could not' soo.
Every object in tho world is like
letter of tlio alphabet, and oaoh
man’s oyo With differing insight and
training, spoils out with these letters
differing words.
Let nS not bo too suro that our
own word is always tlio highest or
tho host; not obtnido our mothod of
spelling too confidently on our neigh
bor.
of
The coal bods of China arc ,fivo
times as largo ns those of all Europe,
while gold silver, lend, tin, copper,
iron, marble and potroloum aro all
found in tho groatest abundance.
Owing to tlio pooplo, the mines have
novor been workod to any extent, it
boing the popular belief in China
that if these mines are opened thous
ands of demous and spirits imprison
ed in the earth would come fmtli
and fill tho country with war and
suffering.
Tlio Chinese version of Solomon’s
Judgmont is, that wjion the enso of
two mothers and one child oarno be
fore a wise mandarin ho handed the
matter ovor to his wife for decision.
She ordered that the child’s clothos
secretly bo pnt on a fish which, thus
disguised, shouid f be thrown into the
river. This was dono< and 1 the wo
man who ran shrieking into the wit-
tor to. savo tho child was declared to
bo the mothor. Then tho mandarin
chuckled at his bright idea.
A Manly Man.
Whatever else :i man may bo, I
cannot admire him if ho is not pure
ly and porfootly manly; and by that
1 do not moan big and brawny and
rondy with his fists. 1 have lieaid
tl^it tlicro are prize fighters who
liavo boon so unmanly vs to strike
women.
A manly man is never half so 1
ready to knook some one down as ho
is to help some ono up. Early in
life ho is up and at work of some
sort, according to the position in
whioh he finds himself placed by
Providenco. Ho does not wait to
be dragged and pushed into his
groove; lie finds,it. Ho is not tho
sort of person to wait for old aunts
and uncles to leave him something;
nor docs ho think much of his ances
tors. Like Napolcan, “ho is an
ancestor himsejf.” And one trait
is peculiar to him: If you need him,
there ho is, That is one attnbtto of
maaliucss; ho novor fails you in time
of nood. He goes bofore you
through the mod and gives you his
steady footprints to tread in. He
.climbs tlio stoop path and givoe yon
his hand to ding to. llo pulls
stroke oar in any boat he entors on
the river of life.
I have soon goniusos who wore
not manly, who frottod, and fumed
and fidgottod, and talked bitterly of
tho world and thoir wrongs, and
were too solfisli to care for any one-
olso. 1 liavo soon men six feet toll!
who made their wivos miserable, af
ter vowing to love and protect them,
and who really liked to box thoir
ohildrou's oars arid Bond them to bed
without thoir supper, 1 have soon
your handsome mon, with what is
oallqd a fine presence, who were
gossips of tho meanest sort—who
would kiss and toll, aud who had no
friendship in thoir souls. And 1
have ago men without spocial talent
hot largo, not hundsome-wlio were so-
manly that it was good to look at
them.
Snoh men aro good sons and good
brothers, good husbands and good
fathom, imd iissiirddly good friends;
for, il a man -is manly, all otlmr
things follow. Truo manlinoss is
one of tho offeots of a fino, well-bal
anced mind. A manly man always
has good common senso. lie thinks
correctly, is not easy to humbug,,
koops his temper, is truthful and’
lionost, and never having done any
thing to bo aslmmod of, ho cringes
beforo no man. Yot ho never as
sumes anything. There aro so many
faults whioh aro impossible to tlio
manly man, that having said that
one is manly, yon have almost come
to tho end of praise.-M. K. I). in
Now York Ledger.
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Y Not ho Very JDrcniItill.
jvlMrs, Sardonicus—I sec here in-the
paper that many poor children htivc
to go barefooted in the wintor. r
think that’s dreadful don’t you (
Sardoniciib—Why, not vory. I go
barefooted ut least a third of tiio
time myself.
Mrs. 8ardonicus—I wish you’d
tell me when you over wont bare
footed in tho winter tnno ?
Hardonicas—Why, 1 go barefoot
dd of nights.
Editor O’Brien,
producing sti
his radical spec
(d to a - at in ‘
Commons.
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He—My dear lady, yon are the
queort of the occasion to-night. L
can think of no other lady, who can.
compare with you.
She—0, you flatterer, you would’-
say this ovon though you thought
the opposito.
He-—And yon would think it, even
though 1 said the opposite.
(Jen. S. B. Buckner, tho recently
nominated democratic candidate for
governor of Kentucky; is * man of
middle stature, with small, piercing
Lino eyes, snow-whito mustache and
imperial and' a rather ruddy faco.
lie is between sixtyfivo and seventy
years of ago. Hois wealthy. Ilia
real estate in Chicago is said to bo-
worth $500,000. About two years*
ago ho married, ns his second wife,
a reigning hollo of Richmond, Ya.
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“Do you think, my lovo, your fa»
tlior will consont to our marriage
“Of course papa will bo very sorry,
to lose me, darling.”
“Butl will say to him that instead
of losing a daughter ho will gain a
son.”
“1 wouldn’t do that, love, if you
really want me. Pupa lias three such;
sous boarding hero now, and he's
a litLlo touchy on that point,”--Kx.
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