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““«*a rsbiuho ia a. Frwwriefwr. | VOLUME/ 1 tx nanr or nott ST UTUtIIB X OOWWAT. r»» ahres's ta drbt, th* ahore't In «I»M I Tl» longed-for Ughto of home I eeo I I alag tor vary heart • delight- dad you. my iriaad, through dark end bright I know that you are glad for me II war a stormy voyage, friend— And dare I dream the wont la oarT Drear presages of hap eae rn.l Dismay me not; yet heaven defend I Ships have gone down iu right of shore I ought to be afraid, I know, My wayward past rsmembsring ; gst, calmly Into port I go, bos* " Bursum cords'* cheers ms so * Bow la it 1 am fain to ring T ta it because my mother stands— Tbs virgin-mother, fair and wise— I uai a here the waves break on the >an<la Seeching to me bar welcoming bands, Uftu.g to God bar pray leg eyes T 0. friend. I’m drifting from your right— The bome-llghu brighten momently— fet lift once merayoui signal- tgtit. In answer to my last go-ri-n|gbr, and tail me you are glad for mr! A POLICKMAH’S MISTAKE. It was a dull, rainy day, toward tho end of Augwst—one of those days when earth and aky alike arc gray and drearv and the raindrops pattering against the window sound like human aolis. The clock that hung against the wall pointed to the hour of 3 in the afternoon, ami 1 won sitting by myself in onr little in ner office, looking out at the cxjianß© of dull, gray wall that formed my onlv prospect from the not over-clean win dow, and thinking. I hail read every square inch of type in tlie newspapers; I had made out all the neceaaarv pap and and now, with literally “ nothing to do," I was musing about Kitty El Um, and wondering how long it would be before 1 should be able to marry her. bear little Kitty 1 Mhe was m sweet and m patient as it wag in the nature i f a woman to be, but I knew it was a hai d life sos her in that overcrowded nulli tier's work-room, day after day and month alter mouth, and I longed to ai t her free from Uie monotonous captivity. She waa a pretty, blue-eyed girl of 211, w ith a dimple in her chin, Wljiiy'* t - oat-roses on her cheek thaf e*V< rlnrpin-d twr pen of ipnct Iwb no poet, i T think I understood and appreciated all her womanly grace and delicate (Manty as fully as if my heart’s thoughts could shape themselves into verse. And it »aa of them I was thinking when the door opened and Mr. Clennor came in. Mr. Cleumer was our “chief "—a dark, silent little man, with square, stern mouth and clouded gray eyes, which ap peared almost expressionlena when they were turned full upon you. and y< t which seemed to see everything at u glance. He sat down betide mo. “Meredith,” he said in a quiet, sub dued tone that was natural to him, “ didn't you say you were getting tire I • of doing notlung ? ’’ “Yes, sir." “ Well, I have something for you to do.” " What is it, sir ?” “Something that will bring you both credit and friends, if you manage it skillfully. I had intended to go myself but circumstances hapjien nntowardiy, and 1 shall send you instead. ’* Bending his head toward me and speaking scarcely above a whisper, he told mo the epeci d business on which 1 was to be sent. There had Isen, it seems, a series of very heavy forgerie. lately committed, with a Ixildneea ami audacity that fairly ace med to set tile authorities at defiance. For acme time he had been in doubt aa to the exact prpetrator of the crime, but, after much quiet investigation and eaiding hither and thither, he had detected the hidden spring—one Perley Matteson who had skillfully eluded all pursuit, and wa* now somewhere hiding in the : "ttheeatem portion of the State. Hie whereabouts had been ascertained as nearly as possible, and i’ was for me to go quietly up and apprehend him, l>e fore he should become aware of our knowledge of all hia movements. I eat listening to all the various de tails of our plan es they were sketched °<U by Mr. Cleuuer. The reward that had l>een privately offered wae high— my heart leaped aa I reflected how much nearer it would bring me to Kitty Elton, n °r did the miterpriae seem particularly difficult to accomplish *'Do you think you can do it?" Mi. Olemwr asked, after the whole thing had been laid before me. “ Tea, sir. When shall I start ? ” ’* Now —within h si f an hour.” ** Tea , why n<4 ? ’ I oould think of no sufficient reew.n -“apt one. which 1 did not care to c >m ■ttudeato to my superior -the longing (luhnnhm wish to see Kitty once mom baton I started. “Just as you decide, Mr Cleaner, of oonree," I saU, rising. •• If I take the 4 o clock express I shall be there by day ' light to-morrow morning.” “ Yea ; and that is altogether the beet pb-n. He wil. not remain long in sny one place just at present, depend upon it, and what vou have to do must lie done at once,” AU through that long night journey I mused to myself Mjton the task that lay | before me. The lunwe to which I was directed waa in the midst of woods, alxmt a half a mile beyond the village of Brownville—the residence of Mrs. Mat teson, the mother of the audacious forg er. H help was needed I was falls au thorised to call for it upon the reinstall ulnry authorities of Drowuville, but I exjiected to need none. The rosy dawn was just flushing the eantem sky when I alighted, stiff, wearv an I jaded, from the train, at the little wnj station of Drowuville. “ (’an you direct mn to Mrs. Matte eon’s place ? " I asked of the sleepy Btr.tion-master, who was yawning behind the little aperture of the ticket office. " Matteson—Mrs, Matteson ; I doa’t know her, but I guess likely I can tell you where she lives. Just you follow the main street of th© village out about lialf a mile, and ye ll come to a patch fi* wiods with liars at the fence. Go through them bars a little further on, and ye’ll see a little yallor house, just the last place in the world -w here you'd expect to tee a house. That's where M s. Matteson lives." I thanked my informant, and act out on ;i brisk walk, carrying iny traveling bag. It was quite a distunes ere I emerged from the Buburlm of the ‘•main stlict ” into a quiet and secluded road, or, rather, lane. The “patch o’ woods,” with the bars, and tho “ little yallei house ” —a cream-colored cottage, liter ally overgrown with houey-sueklen— rewarded my search, and as I knocked <-t tlie door a clock somewhere inside ui rreyzi V 7 ■ • rvsa uv n t, * - -•——— - - . A decent-looking, elderly woman in widow’s weeds came to the door. “Is Mr. Matteson in ? Mr. Jfurle.’! ” “ No," she answered quicW- wi' ; i. as I imagined, rather X i. I did not believe her, and asked quietly: “ When d > you exjiect him horn- “ Nut at present.” Apparently she expected me to go away, but, instead, I stopjawl in. *' Mother,” asked a soft voice at tin, head of the stairs, “ who is it ?’’ And then for the first time I becami aware tlyit som ■ one had been wu'chir;; our colhspiy f,uiu me iieiul of tbeslai, —a young girl, dressed, like tin- mother, in deep black, with *v- ry brilliant < yr*, and a profusion of jet-black n t -. “ Some one to ace your brother.” She came half way down the. stair -, pushing back her curls with one hand, and looking at me with wondrous eye-i. Even then her beauty struck me iu> I tood gazing at her. “Terry is ndt at home," she said, hnrried y. “He has gone away. We do not know when he will return.” Evidently this motlu r ami daughter wi re in tho secret of Matt- sou’s villainy, ami were doing their beat to screen him from its consequences. My heart bled for liotli of them, but it was no time t< indulge in sentimentality. Hj>eaking m briefly as I could I told them it wa my duty to compel them to remain where they were while I searched the house. Mrs. Matteson sat down pale and trembling; her daughter color, d high. “ Mother,” she said, “ why do you stand by an I listen to such slanders? It is salsa I Let this min search tin house if he will; my brother is as inno cent a* I am 1" No opjxaitiou was offer d to my search. It was entirely fruition, how ever there waa n”» in-re any trace of the flown bird. Nevertheless I con elwh-d to remain there quietly for a day or two, to see what a llttia waiting might bring forth. The sama afternoon Clara Mattes n camo in, »« I sat by piazza window, keeping a quist watch on all the sur roundings. “Mr. Meredith,” she said, softly, “ mother thinks I have lawn rude to you. She says it was not your fault, personal ly, that yon were Sent here —on such a mistake, and perhaps she is right. I am very sorry if I bars hurt your feel ing*-’ The pretty, penitent way in which she spoke quite won my heart, and a few questions on my part seemed to un lock the hidden rec*«e* of her oonfl , lrllO e. Him talked at first abyly, but afterward with mors assurance, of her self her absent brother and her mother, r vmg m. a thousand artl— UtUe fam Devoted the Interests of Columbia County and the State of Georgia. HARLEM, GEORGIA, TUESDAY. NOVEMBER 8, 1881 ily details which J almost dreaded to Ixmr. The twilight talk waa one of the plaaaanteat of my by-no-mcaos univer sally pleasant life, and I waa considera bly annoyed when it was broken m up on by the arrival of the Drowuville con stables who were to watch through the night At the aonnd of their footsteps on the piazza floor, Clam rose up and sat down again, confused and fright ened. “O, Mr. Meredith—those men " “Be easy, Mibb Matteson,” I said ; “you ©hall in no way lie annoyed by them. Your privacy shall not be broken in ujxin, believe me." “I know I am silly," faltered Clara, • but oh 1 it seems so ilreadful I ’’ My orders to the men were brief and succinct 1 stationed them as seemed ixwt to me, and then returned to spend the evening with Muw Matteson. And when I wav at length left alone I could not help thinking—God forgive me llow much more winning and graceful she was than jieor Kitty Elton. At length an answer camo to my re port to Mr. Clenner—it was ahi rt and to the purpose : "Come back—vou are only losing tune. If the bird has flown we must look elsewhere for him." I read the missive with a pang- Clara Matteson's cheek deepened in color as I announced my departure to her. “Yon have l<een far kinder than we flared to hope, Mr. Meredith,” she said as I held her hand iu mine. ‘loti will think of me sometimes, Clara ?” The render will eaailv see how onr in timacy Had progressed. Kho smiled, hnug her head, and, taking u pair of scissors from the table, severed one bnght black curl from the aliund.uit -‘re-sea that hung over her forehead. “ Keep this, Mr. Meredith, in memory of me.” Was I foolish to press the jetty ring 'd to my lips ere 1 laid it- closely against tn) heart ? Clara evidently thought I ■’ IH f. r she had laughed, but did not - tu ihsplea.-ed. ?'r. Ciouuer seoined anaovrd when I grt-tackHo JBeT niMm—« utber au Hu rt . *>- n' >.< pMrerdiug on hi* part, for I i a. dydi<l all that man could do mid t tl. ei. umstauces, “ We have been mistaken all the way through, it seems,” be said, biting his lip. “Strange'—very strange I was ver mistaken la fore in my calculi*- i lie Well, wo must try again. ” I went to Kitty Elton's that night Suu received me with a sweet, shy niid- UiM of welcome that should have made tho happiest man in the world ; but it did not Clara Matti son's dark beauty seemed to stand lietween mo and her .'ike n visible barrier. When I took my leave there w n> tears in her eyea. “ Kitty, you are crying I ’’ “ Because you are changed. Edward, yon do not love me as well as you did 1” •• Kitty, what nonsense 1 ” I was vex<»d with her, simply Ixi-au-e I know her accusation was true. But I biased her once more, and took my leave, moody, and disaatisflfed. When I reached the office next morn ing, Mr. Clenner was not there. “ He has gone to Drown villa,” said m* fellow detective ; “he went last night.' “To DrownviUs?” I was seriously annoyed. Did Mr Clenner distrust the accuracy of my re |K,rts? Or did he imagine that Iwu unable to institute a thorough and com pl. t-- investigation of the pr. muM ? ■“ It’s very strange,” I mused aloud “ Jones laughed. ' “ Well,” he said “you know Clenne has away of doing strange thing-. De |iend upon it, be baa good reason fur bn conduct.” I was sitting at my dosk two dayi (Hilwqncntly, when the door glid'd nois.-leeaiy open and Clenner himael entered. “You are back again, sir? and whs luek?” “The best.” “You don't mean to say it” “ Edward Meredith, I knew I eoul. not be entirely mistaken. Perley Mat p-son is in the next room half a: hour from now be will lie in prison. “ Where did you apprehend him f” '' At home m hi* mother's bouse.” “ But—” “Be was there all the tune you rc mained there. Ned, my boy, yon'v made a blunder for once ; but don’t le it happen again." “ What do you mean, air ? ” For reply he opened toe door of th> private inn* r apartment, bin own specia sanctum. A slight, boviah figure leant against the window smoking a rtgarottc, with black curls tossod back from a marble-white brow, and brilliant eves. He mockingly induied hia head an I stared at him, with a motion not unfa miliar to mo, “ Clara Matteson ! ” "Xea,” he aaid, in a soft. aarcMtic Voioa; “ Clara Matteson, or Perley Mat tenon, er whatever you choose to oall rioM Many thanks for yonr politen-na, Deteetii© Meredith, and, if you would like another lock of hair—” I turned away, burning scarlet, while Mr. Ch nner cloned the door. "Never mind, my boy, it will boa lrea«.u to you,” he aaid, laughing. “He makes a very pretty girl, but I am not at all susceptible.” Wliut a double dyed fool I hail lieen I I bail lost the reward—failed in the esti mation of my fellow -officers, and be haved like a brute to poor Kitty—and all for what I I went to Kitty and told her the whole story, and, to my surprise, the de ir, faithful little creature lovtxl mo just as w«-ll as ever. " I won t be jealous of Perley Matte «m, Edward,’ she said, smiling, "what ever I might be of his sister. And, dearest, don't lie discouraged. I'll wait as long as you please, and you will tie a leeoud Mr. Cleaner yet.” She waa deb rtuinesl to look on tbo bright side of things, this little Kittv of mine I But I felt the mortillcation none the lees keenly, although, an Mr. Clen ner asid, it would undoubtodly prove a good leaaou to me. Perley Matteson's girlish lieanty is < clipesxl in the Statu s prison—nor do 1 pity him. The stake for which ho played was high—and he lost.— Chicago Ocean. thk i.vMnr.n or thk rvrt KK. The lumlier of the fut'iro is to l>e made of straw. It is to compete with that of the l»etter clans, as there seems to be no necoaattjrof intr<>liicing knots and ahaken into the griiflciaLjuatarial; h H ninntt* factored in any desired length, from twelve feet upward, and as much as thir ty-two inches in width. The cost is such as to compete with the better or -tintshefl grailus of pine, and th<- locality if competition cannot vary much, as ►truW Ta ««uMily where Inmls r in cheap. Some examples recently exhib ited held a nail us well as winkl, are aua ceptlble of high burnish, and can be |x>linhed to any extent desirable, it in waterproof, aud therefore must be dura ble as pine or oak, while it ia an wi ll adapted for nsiflng purports as for tine interior work. It is susceptible of Is mg worked by the ordinary tools of the carpenter, and ones titUsl to ita place it will nol be apt to shrink or swell. Samples resemble hard wood, alsiut nn dark as oak, but more dense iu texture, with a sjieciflc gravity of oue fifth more than thoroughly-seasoned black walnut For finishing it will lie required to be .is thick a* ordinary lumlier, as its teusilc strength is aliout double that of wood. The future will introduce a complete change in building materials. Them will include for doors and window frames, floors, moldings ami roofs, glass i-r porches and pillars, cornices and Salls, iron for lieams, joints and rafters, kith not a splinter of wood in the whole t instruction, which will be replaced frith straw lumber, if needed. BAMK HPKKCH. Hometimes, but rarely, one may lie Caught making the same speech twice over, and yet be held blameless. A cer tain lectprcr after performing in an in land city, where dwells a UUeralricr <<t note, was invited to meet her with oth ers over the social tea-cup. She pleas antly referred to his many wanderings in his new occupation. re plied, "‘I am like the hums, the bird that never lights, being always in the car*, a* he is always on the wingZ" Years elapsed. The lecturer visited th, name plaoe, had another social cup after the lecture, and a second meeting with the distinguished lady. •• Tou are con stantly going from place to place,” shs said. * Yes,” he answered. **l am like the hums,” and finished the sentence as before. What horrors when it flashed over him that he had made this fine speech, word for word, twice over f Yet it was not true, as the lady might have inferred, that he had embellished his eonverwation with tiie hums daily during that interval of year*. On the contrary, he had never once thought of the odious fowl nntil tiie recurrence of the same circum stances brought up the same idea. He should have bean proud of the accuracy of has mental adjustments. Hrrri’O Bcm. wear* spsctechw and wants false teeth. how Turr n.ATKD n otr a DIStorKKKK. He was on his way home from Lead ville, aays an exchange. He had on a ragged, old summer suit, a bad hat and ihe had been taking his meals aiiout thirty hours apart to make hia m&iey carry him through. “Tee; I like the country ont that way,” he replied to the query. “The climate is good, Ute scenery ia flue and some of the people are- as honest as m<sxis be. The tremble is knowing how to take the Isul once." “I should think that would lie easy.” “Yoe, it looks tliat way ; Imt I had some experience, lam the original dis kiverer of the richest mine around Lead j ville. Yes, I uni the very man, though j you couldn't think it to sec these old clothe*. ” “ Then you don't own it now?” " Not a bit of it. 111 explain. I was poking around on tho hills and found signa. I collected some s|>eoinienn for assay, staked off a claim and went off to the aaaayer'a. It waa two days Is fore he let mo know that I hail struck the richest ore that ho bail ever unsaved, and then I hurried back to my claim. Hung my buttons if it hadn't been jumped.” “ How ?" “ Why, a gang of aharjicrs hail found tho s]>ec, and built up a jsilo shanty, and hung out a sign of First Baptist Church over the door. True ar shoot ing, they hud; and tho law out there is , that no man can sink a shaft within 200 feet of a church building. They saw me coming, and when I got there were hold -1 ing a revival. There were six of them, and they got up one after another and ‘ told how wii’kod they had beeti and how , sorry they were, ami—would you lieliove I it? thi-y hail tbo check to ask me to J lead off in singing. I went to law, but they beat me. Three days after tho ver dict tho First Baptist Church waa burned i dowir, and before the ashes wore cold - the congregation were developing a mine ' worth over t8.C80.000. You eae» Ididix't know how to take them.” "Waa there any particular way to take them?” “ You l>et there was I I ought to have ojwotml oil that revival -with oWnti’h™ ter rifle, and given thn.Ooroner fiO for a ' venlfbt that ttiey came *v Vieta irom too much religion. '* Koumiss has oomo into notice m r Isin-rugo because of its use by ths Pies iilent. The following is u reeipe for making it: Fill a quart liottJe up to ths nei'k with milk; add two table sjiooufuls of white sugar (after dissolving the same by ths siiihtion of a little water over a hot tire); tlaoja quarter of a 2 cent cake of < otnpri BRi-d yeast; then tie the cork ; on the isitthi securely and shako Uic mixture well; piano it iu a room of tin li-nipemtnre of 60 to B.’i degree* Fahren heit for rix hours, and finally la an ioe- Ih>x over uighL The milk need should lie |H-rfectly pure, and the yeast fresh. 11 there is any cnrdle iu the kornniM or thickened part resembling cheese, it shows that the fermentation lias gone too far and the drink is apoiled. It may Im milled that unless ears is taxon in drawing the cork the fluid will go ont with it, like warm Scotch ale. Konmisa is already obtainable at WMlnngtoc bar-rootna. W ini.uM Biutiir, of Cincinnati, was engage. I to marry tlie widow Nswkirk, and the day appointed for the wedding was cloai* at hand. Mrs. Newkirk's daughter Clara camo home from a cou v<-nt-achool to witness the ceremony. Clara bin! all of her mother’s charset* r ixtiiM and tin* ad-lit ion d charm of youth. Berry transferred ins love to the daugh ter and eloped with her. SAW MILLS, GRIST MILLS, CANK MILLS Plantation and Mill Machinerv. Engines and Boilers, Ootkrn Screws, Rhatllng Pulleys, Hangers. Journal Boxer, Mill Clearing, Gudeon*. Turbin’* Water Wheels, Gin Geariag. Junaon's Governors, Disston’. Circular Haws, Gammers am’ Files, Be 1 ting, Babbitt Metal, Braw Fittings, Globe and Check Vaivoa, Whisue Gangers, •tc. Irwu and Brssa Castings, Gin Rlbi, Iron Fronts, Balconies and Fence Railing. GEO. Ft. LOMBARD A CO., FORR-fT CITY FOUNDRY AND MACHINE WORKH, 1014 to 1026 FENWICK STREET, AUGUBTA, GA. I ••'Near the Water Tower.] MF*Repairing promptly dene at lowest ertem. Boiler repairs of all kinds done promptly. <tec2l-ly OPERA HOUSTgARDEN BEN NEISZ, PROPRIETOR. (HOICK WINES. UQLOHS AND CIGARB. PHILADELPHIA AND CINCINNATI BEER. BROAD AND RLXIM STREETS, AUG DATA, GA. iMIHy per A IB ABVAIIW NUMBER 47. fLKASA/rrjmA A r««r«cn.T aquaro man is 'round st the nght time. Bus think there is no place like comb —honey comb. Arran man came woman, and she has been after him ever since. Elbctkicitt iu Franklin’s time was a | wonder ; now wo make light of it. ■ Ths difference between a boy and a boo ia that a boy’s happiest days are hia school days, and a bee's are ita awann days. A uttls boy remarked: “ I like grandpa liee-aum- he u such a gentle manly man; he always tells mo to help myself to sugar.** Wa are told that a man's body ia tnree-fourtha compoaeil of water, but it ia hard to believe thia while looking at I a Cincinnati man.— lioeton Pott. Ou) proverb : “ Tho darky'g hour is just liefore the dawn,” remarked Sambo, when he started out before day break to steal a young chicken tor breakfast, It ia aaid that kerosene will remove stains from furniture. It has also been known tai remove the furniture, stains and all, with the stove and a red-headed servant girl thrown in ofttimea. , Whbnsvbr an enthusiastic thhvrman iq>«iikji of choice trout as "speckled lieantiea," all tiio frock led-faced girls within licaring simper, blush and mur mur : •• O, tho insincere man. ” Mum. Hrniooixs waa boasting of her new house. The windows, she aaid, wore all stained. “That's too bail 1 But won’t turjientino or benzine wash ft off?" avked tlie good Mrs. Oldlxxly. " I'm often heard of tho fruits of mar riage," aaid Bubbles, when informed that ho was the father of twins ; " but I m<«t seriously protest against having tlioec fruits preacutasl to urn in tho shape of pairs.” A cwiriirw Hved; a chtrkrti died; —~ llia druDMtUrka and hia «rtuga war* fried, Hia faatbere by a dmirr drt*d, And, wry abortly tflar, dyed. Ham Iba b*d botta. Adßiitbng that, How cvibmHl Hun Bpoo tor W Hia phiuMMk— a mortal cblcksa'a—rtaa A g lor too ■ bird of paradim. " AlL' said a great rascal to a writer, " what a capita) story you could maha if 1 were to tell you my life." “Go ahead, I'm listening.” “ Yea, but you see that which is intereiting I can't tell, and that which I can tell h not intsreste I ‘"ff-” At the reatanrant: “ Bali I what a steak. One-half the cooks ought to be sent where they came from." “ Yes, | but where do they oome from?” “ Have you never heard that God saa. the food and the other gentle mad the eooks ?” " Wihhm ia tho island of Jan. afa uatasl ?" asked a school-teaches of a small, rather forlorn-looking boy. “I dunno, air.” " Don't yon know where coffee comes from?” “Yes, air, wa Ixirrows it ready parched from the next door neighbor." Swarr Sn«an! that from yoar tansy IlWi (Hit wtUsorat u> U.» vernal nil I Uow Joyous m eßdi l>rt<bi rye looks Aloft, doth atom Um Ufa boruu. How aux) non I ya Mani of days Wbea lovers near yonr haunts sill View,, And aha yiur dainty forme will prsla.. And be ut> traded eilfft will pnaa>. And got -maab rardare on hit gasuv. Mux. Julia Wash Hows has been ap peoring in private theatncala at New port, and la pronounced an excellent actresA, Chicago consumes 70,000,000 gallons of water daily.