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/ / >y- m * VOLUME IX. DUBLIN, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY MAY. 25 188^ NUMBER 47 Professional Cards. AN OLD LOVE REVIVED. DR. W. C. GIBSON, Macon, Georgia. 85 1-2 COTTON AVENUE. Treats diseases of tho Eye, Ear, Throat. Hose, and Skin diseases. [mar 80 ly Dr. P. M. JOHNSON, ' PRACTITIONER, Lovett, - - Georgia. tALLS ATTENDED" TO AT ALL C pa—■ . hours, Day and Night. mchSS tf. Dr. J. 1. LINDER [stx MILS NORTH OF DUBLIN,] OFFERS his services to the public at large. Calls promptlv attended to, day or night. Office at residence, aug 20, ’84 ly. —~ CHARLES HICKS, M PRACTITIONER. Dublin, * Georgia. Je20, y D., safe DR. G. F. GREEN, PRACTITIONER. Dublin, - Georgia. ri ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL VJhours. ' Obstetrics aspecialty. * Offloe Residence T. L. GRINER, ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR AT LAW,'’ 'J Dublin - Georgia. may 21 tf. FELDER & SANDERS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Georgia. Dublin, Will practice in the cou Middle eburttf of tbe Oco nee, Octuulgee and Middle circuits, and the Supreme court- of Georgia, and else where by special contract. §??§ Will negotiate loans on improved farm ing lands, .v* - ' ‘ ' C . b. 8th; 885.-Oin. The LlVIIlfY STABLE IS NOW KEPT FOR THE ACCOMMODATION OF % THE PUBLIC. AVhen wanting accommodation in this line call on mo. , W. J. Nov. 24. .’86. HIGHTOWER, Dublh., Georgia. t(o)1 KINCEER & IIAREIS MACON, GEORGIA, i>. ' 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, and nothing doubting that it was linn lm-ni-’o dlmnlrlni' unrnincf. u/liinli -Aro Mnnufacturere of FIRST-CLASS BRICK and tlicir prices compete with any manufacturers’ in lliis part of the country. part < ill Be sure and give them your orders ar.d receive satisfaction in both, price and the quality of the Brick furnished. (i 7 For further particulars apply to us Or D. S. BLAOKSIJEA.R, mar2 tf. Dublin, Ga. ' 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 sa va .v.v. i rr, - Remember you can got Post and the 8a van null New s one year for only *2.25. GEORGIA. Dublin Weekly 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. ?r ; i iTi’t^vafSS J 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. >’v ■ M im 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. ilniilnuK Mi • i > \ ,! £MMM “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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