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DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1878.
THATiniiGIITEJt LAXD.
BY lIKI.lvN A. BROWSE.
There’s a land beyond Death’s river,
Where the pilgrim is a guest—
Where the wicked trouble never,
"And the weary arc at rest.”
Where the sky is never clouded
By a single shade of night;
And the blossoms never shrouded
la the sombre veil of blight.
Where they know ho pan g Of sorrow,
No more sighing and regret,
Where the day will have no morrow,
For its sun will never set.
Where the buds nre ever blowing—
Where no withered leaf is seen—
Where the streams arc “ever flowing,”
And tho 1 ' ‘ ‘fields are ever green. ”
Where no tie has ever broken—
Where no heart has ever bled—
Where no parting word is spoken,'
And no farewell tear is shed.
Where the “Fount of Glory" beaming
Bright, celestial, charms the eye,
And the star of Love is gleaming
From “our.Father’s” throne on high.
HARRY AND I.
By E. S. Bouton.
It was the June of the year.
Bright, beautiful June; that witch
ing month when Dame Nature pours
her richest treasures into the lap of
mother Earth; paints the sky its
most dazzling blue; dyes the grass
with brightest green; hangs glorious
festoons of blushing roses -q^on
graceful vinos and waving shrubs,
and arrays every living thing in a
garb of beauty.
One bright afternoon, I was stand
ing upon the vino-wreathed porch of
my father's house, tying up a refract
ory honeysuckle, when, raising my
head, I met the mischievous glance
of yonug , Harry Lee, who had ap-
jiroaebpd utv^erooived, and wag wait
ing, hat in hand, upon the lower
stop until I should look up. .
•‘A happy day to you, fair lady.
he said, in a half-mock' deferential
tone.
I deigned him no reply, save a
*.ho.r.t, cold nod, and returned to my
work again.
Now be it known that this same
Harry Lee and I had quarreled sadly
the previous evening, and parted in
greater anger than wo had ever be
fore felt toward each other. Harry
avas the son of an old neighbor, the
playmate of my childhood, the trust
«ed companion of my youth, and, as
years passed away, the ties that
bound us together had strengthened
until now we Were betrothed lovers.
It was one of those quiet loves, when
every fibre of the heart lias become
unconsciously entwined about the
life of another, and they have drawn
freshness from that soul; when none
dream of its strength until these
fibres must he wrenched away. My
whole being was enriched by the
warmth and brightness of his; my
faith in human nature was always
greater after I had been witli him;
my heart and hands were stronger to
do the woiflk God had placed before
mo. So does a pure human love
ennoble the spirits of earth-born
mortals. But I- thought not of this
then. I was a wayward girl, prone
to take offence, yet ready to forgive,
save when the shafts of ridicule were
leveled at me, and then I became
exasperated beyond measure.
study, arid, dYii ‘cbiMcjuerice, had
been compelled to return home from
college and rest awhile. Tho days
had been full of enjoyment to me,
until a slight difference of opinion
about some trivial matter had caused
a quarrel.
Harry stood patiently until I had
finished my task, and, then stooping,
looked roguishly in my face.
“What, angry yet, Maggie?” he
said. “I thought a night’s sleep
would certainly restore your good
humor.”
“You thonght wrong then,” I re
plied, tartly, giving the early rose
bush near which I stood a sudden
jerk, which brought down a shower
of leaves around us.
“Gome, Maggie, Jet us take, a walk
down to our 6ld trysting place,” iie
said, presently, taking' no farther
notice of my petulance. ‘ * Yon know
I haven’t been there since I came
home.”
“He wants to ask me to forgive
him,” thought' I, cxultingly, as
went into the house for my bonnet.
Wo took our way through tho gar
den into tho path spanning tho mead
ows, now spangled .with golden but
tercups and milk-cycd daises, while
a few late, modest, blne-robod violets
shrank away from my feet; took our
way silently and thoughtfully along;
till we reached a large, old tree bend
ing over the mill stream, that told a
thousand mysteries, if one would but
stop and listen to its noisy inurmur-
higs.
It was, as Harry said, our old trys*
ting-place. Here wc lmd come to
gether, in the spring, when tho fruit
trees were flinging down a thick
spray of pearls and rubies upon the
soft green grass; in the summer
when the golden grain rolled in the
delicious autumn time, when the
soft haze, as a misty veil, drooped
over the landscape, and tho gorgeous
tree-drapery, like bright-winged
birds, was falling, fluttering to the
earth; in each and all of these sea
sons wc had come thither, and there,
within the sound of waterfall, had
woven sweet dreams of the glorious,
happy, and good lives wc would live
together, when tho music of our
earthly existence should he our good
deeds. But no pleasant memories of
those times thronged upon me now;
there was the only feeling of vexation
that Harry’s next words did not tend
to decrease. -
“Maggie,” and there was laughter
in the very tones of his voice. “Now
tell me in right down good earnest,
llTFTUu really angry with me—WtV
does it hurt your feelings much—
and don’t you never mean to get over
it?”
“Yes, Harry Lee,” I almost snap
ped in reply, as I turned toward
him “yes, I dm angry with you, and it
don’t hurt mo at all, nml I don’t,
mean to get over it, for I do believe
I hate you, Harry Lee. ”
“Oh! that’s foolish,” ho laughed,
in reply. “You know you couldn’t
possibly do that, for you love mo so
much, little gypsy. You’vo told me
a thousand times,” and again tho
merry brown eves peeped saucily un
der my bonnet.
This was too much. lie had in
sulted me, I felt, had made light of
the holiest feelings of my heart, and
I wonld punish him. But now I
was too deeply incensed to speak, so
I sprang away from him with a quick
hound, and ran with all my might,
unheeding his calls to me to return,
until I reached the edge of the or
chard, a short distance from the
house. Here I paused and looked
around, but Harry was not in sight,
though I knew lie was following me
by the sound of hi« eloar, rich voice
singing, “Oh! whistle, rtnd I’ll come
to you, my lass.” It was very evi
dent that ho did not yet believe I was
so deeply offended, and I. resolved
that lie should realize it to his sorrow.
I looked hastily artrind for a good
hiding place till he lmd passed. A
maple tree, whoso branches came
very near to the ground, aud whoso
thick, green foliage had often screen
ed me when a child, stood near. As
my eye fell upon it, quick as the
lightning’s flash came the thought,
I’ll climb it. What if I am eighteen
and engaged? Who cares? besides
no one will see me.” No Eooncr
said than done. Up I wont like a
cat, and was just snugly ensconced
upon one of the lower limbs, when
Harry appeared slowly sauntering
along. What was my consternation
to see, that, instead of taking tho
path to the house, he was coming di
rectly to tho very tree in which J was
perched! He soon reached its broad
shade, and, throwing himself care
lessly upon the grass without a single
upward glance,took a hook from liis
pocket, and went to reading as cool
ly as if there was no such distressed
yonng damsel as I in tho world,
was fairly treed, I was puzzled to
know whether lie was aware of my
whereabouts, and was determined to
keep mo there awhile, or, being re
solved to show his indifference, had
thrown himself there to pass away
time. “I can stay here as long as
you,” I thought defiantly.
Well, wo did stay. I Wonld not
stir a musclo for fear ho might hoar
me, and oh! liriw wearily dragged the
hours, as, in my uncomfortable seat,
I watched tho shadows lengthen,
and the sun sink away to rest in the
purple canopied West. At last,
overcome by fatiguo and the utter
stillness around mo, I foil asleep, my
hands loosed their.hold, and, horror
of Horrors! down I came, with a
crashing of the boughs, plump upou
tho turf, catching convulsively at
Harry’s head, and, finally, sprawling
in a collapsed stato at his foot. Hero
was a pretty, contretemps; and al
though I was not hurt, only stunned
for a moment, yet,'overcome by elm-
grin and mortification, I remained
perfectly motionless, with closed eyes
where I lmd fallen.
As Harry saw this, he paused in
tho merry laugh with which, after
the first start, ho had greeted mo, and
came hastily to my side. I fancied
I could see tho pained, anxious look
upon his face, as ho bent over me,
saying, “Maggie, darling Maggie, are
you hurt? Oh! God, if my folly
should have killed her,” and tho lmhd
which took mine, trembled violently.
He turned away to go, as I know,
to tho spring after some water to
bathe my face. I waited until ho
was at a little distance; then spring
ing to my feet, hastened rapidly
toward the house. He saw my flight,
and a few rapid footsteps brought
him t<) my sips
“Playing possum were you, Mag
gie?” lie queried. “But you don’t
enow,” lie continued, in a grave tone,
4 ‘how you frightened mb. I thought
perhaps you wore dead, Maggie, and
then oh! life would have been so des
olate for me, darling!” There was a
few moments’ silence, and tho old
mischievous tones lmd returned.
“Maggie, next time you hide, look
out for those flowing skirts. The
cloven foot will peep out, Mag.”
So lie had'known of my presence
all those long hours, and lmd purpos
ed to weary mo. My heart, which
his tender Words lmd filled with joy,
grow lmrd again. I would make
him suffer yet, and I turned toward
him so calm and cold that I saw he
was startled.
“Harry Lee,” I said, proudly “you
mistake me, if you think I can be
ridiculed and mocked in this way
with impunity. You were rot so se
cure in my affection as that. Hence
forth remember, sir, wo are but
friends,” aud I turned away.
For one moment lie stood as if
thunderstruck, then springing for
ward, caught me by tho arm and
exclaimed,
“Maggie, you are not, you cannot
be in earnest. Do you mean it, Mag
gie, mean that for a mere joke, we
shall he separated forever? No, no,
you are only jesting with mo now;
trying to punish mo as I deserved for
my presumption,” and he looked
eagerly, wistfully in my face.
“I am in earnest, Harry Lee,” I
answered giving full rein to my pas
sion, and determined that ho should
suffer to the utmost, “as you will
find to your cost.”
He grew deathly pale; and at last
said, “May God forgive you, Marga
ret Deane, for thus muking a wreck
of my life. I believe you aro utterly
heartless,” and he walked hastily
away. A moment later lie came
hack to where I stood, took mo in
his arms, pushed the hair away from
my forehead, and I could see in the
gathering twilight that his features
worked convulsively. Passionately
kissing my brow he murmered, <; I
did not mean those cruel words Mag
gie, but I am very wretched. This
’is worse than death,” then adding,
“Gad bless and keep you darling,
and make you happy,” ho left me
I watched him until'ho was out of
sight, then walked slowly into the
house, up stairs, to my own room,
threw myso.f upon the hod and clas
ping my hands over my eyes wept
long and bitterly. What had I dono?
To gratify my foolish pride and an
ger, I had cost from me, trampled
under mv foot tho dearest boon of
happiness the earth .contained/ And
yet, shell was my willful nature, I
woqld not. havo taken one stop toward
a reconciliation, oven though I know
not to do so would bo a life timo of
misery, I lmd brought it upon my
self, and I would hear tho conse
quences. He, I thought, would soon
got over it, his studies would occupy
his mind, and givo him little timo
for painful thought; besides ho was
man, and never, never felt such
things as acutely as women.
Tho next day Harry Leo loft tho:
Ihigo, and I returned to my usual
routine of duties; but, as weeks pass
ed oil, the bounding step bec.uno,
slow and listless, the rosy chook
pale, and .tho joyous tones with
which I was wont to greot my father
(my inother was dead and I kept
house for him) grow sad and low.
Ho noticed the change at hist, but
when he questioned mo, I told him
that I was perfectly well, only the
sumifror heats.lmd overcome me, but
with ,winter’s bracing air I should bo
his own merry girl again. I saw he
was not satisfied, and once I heard
him say, in wrathful tones, “If that
yonng Harry Lee 1ms been trifling
with her lie shall pay for it.” It
was just after a neighbor had boon in
“to tell us the news,” slip said, look
ing curiously at mo, and then she
proceeded with tho information that
Harry was engaged to a beautiful
c mujmed in the summer, as soon
as he lmd grnduiitodftHA boro up
bravely as long as herni'gri»%o was
upon me, but when she had gone
my forced composure guvo way, and
I sobbed in anguish. 1 thought that
L was alone, hut my father was in
the next room and over heard it all.
Ho never spoke to mo of it, however,
hut there Was a deeper tenderness in
his tones, a more' watchful care for
my comfort than oyoi before.
Well, tho winter passed. Tho
warm sun awolco tho earth and set
its great pulse to heating, until fort);
from its bosom sprang a million
forms of beauty. Every living thing
seemed sending up fi song of joy and
praise, hut to mo there was no joy,
no beauty. My heart lay cold und
dead.
Tho spiring waned, and summer,
in all its glory, was with us.
I was sitting, one bright morn, by
tho open window, when the sound
of wheels attracted my attention,
and, looking up, I mot the gaze of
•Harry Lee. By his side sat a ra
diant creature in the first blush of
womanhood. He raised his hat with
a respectful how, which I mechan
ically ^returned, and tho curriago
rolled on.
He was married then. It was all
over, that bright tlroum. Well, God
help*me, I. thought.
That night I wended my way down
to the old trysting-pJnco. I do not
know what tempted me to go there
unless it was to live over that last
bitter meeting and pitting. I seat
ed my self beneath the old tree, and
was soon lost in a painful reverio.
The mill stream sang ns noisily as of
old, tho shifting moonlight played co-
quettishly with tho shadows of the
leaves upon tho* grass around me,
and was broken into a thousand
shining masses by their waving clus
ters, but I heeded them not.
How long I sat there I know not,
but I was suddenly aroused by a
strong arm passed around my waist,
a hand placing a cluster of half-
oponed moss roses on my lap, while
a manly voico, I know hut too well,
murmered in my ear, “Maggie, my
own darling Maggie. G'an you for
give me now?” I could not speak;
my heart was too full for that; but
tho hot tears gushed from my eyes
as I lay still, very still, in tho sholtor
of his arms. Very softly ho wiped
them away, speaking the while
words of endearment which thrilled
my heart through and throng
Siuldoniy came tho memory of
that girl, his wife. I sprang from
his ombrnneo, and, for tho second
time in that place, confronted Jiim
with flashing eyes and crimsoned
cheeks.
“How dare you to speak to mo in
that way, Harry Leo,” I exclaimed,
“when your very word and caress
belongs to another?”
“Another! What do you moan,
Maggie?” asked Harry, looking at
mo in utter ostonishmont.
A light was beginning to glinmior
through tho darkness which had
shrouded me.
“Aro yon not married, then?
Was not tliitt girl with you to-day
your wife?” 1 spoke hurriedly and
eagerly.
“No, indeed,” he answered, a glad
light coming into his eyes as lie again
drew mo toward him. “It was my
cousin, Maggio, and tho betrothed
bride of my chum, Nod Allyri. As
if I could marry any one hut you,
darling.”*
I nood not tell you that there was
a wedding in my father’s little parlor
in the fall, nor how huppy 1 have
been all thoso years, walking down
tho valo of lifo by the sido of my
noble husband. May God give you
as bright a lot, dear reader.
BILL A HP’S SUNDAY CHAT.
Skimming tlm Milk oi'Huimni
Kindness.
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feasting. I ufcpd to think that,
strange specimen of wisdom, but as
I get older I begin to see lmw it is.
It pnriflos a man’s thought to go
about where there is death and suf
fering, and makes him more grateful
for his own good health, and more
contented with his circumstances.
I’ve boon reading so much lately
about the awful postilonco and the
multitude of sorrows that canto along
with it, t fool lilco we people in this
blessed region don’t deserve more
than lialf wo have got—maybe not
that much, for we are always li’han-
kcrin after every good thing wo hear
of, aiulcompurin ourselves with folks
that aro.hettcr off than wo aro. Then
again, it nuikos a man have a bettor
opinion of his ruco when he secs how
they stand by the suffering arid tho
dying and risk their own dives with
us much heroism as tho soldiers do
in battle. Mankind is a curious
animal, anyhow. In ordinary times
lie Booms as selfish and groody as my
liogs Avhen I go to feed ’em, hut in
times of great trouble und danger he
seems to forgot all about himself mid
take on a different nature. That is,
most of cm do, and generally the
very ones you thought dident have
no soul at all show ns much foolin'
for human snfforin’ us anybody. One
time I sawahoy about to drown, and
a poor barkeeper was the first ono to
jump in, and he saved him. Home
other clever peoplo woregottm’ ready
to jump in, hut lie was ready before
lie got there. Tho fact is, you can’t
tell much about u man until you put
yourself in his place, anil that is
right hard to do. I noticed in tho
last war that them fellows who
made most noise about secession
and fighting dident do much of it,
and the quiot, unpretendin’ hoys
made tho best soldiers. There was
a feller about town who just went
about bulldozin’ the northern people
who live there, and swore they should
join the army or go hack to yankeo-
dom. Well, most of om did join,
hut ho dident, and I never Iteard of
his doingunything but running down
escaped prisoners with a pack of
may lie smothered or asleep until
some big tiling conies along and
wakes it. up. A man may impose on
you and cheat you in a trade when
you are on an equal footing with him,
hut if you got low down in trouble
lie'll help you up quick as anybody—
you can’t tell much about, a man
until you try him—and there's noth
ing tries him like war and pestilence.
Heading about things ai’ur off won't
fry a man much—wo must see it.
with our eyes mul hear, it. with our
ears and (lien it' we show no bowels
wo belong to the devil shore. I've
been thinking ovor those things hito-
ly and tho way our calpulutin breth
ren up north havo been sondin mon
ey to Mississippi makes mo feel,
ashamed Unit I over abused them,.
;I shan't do it auy inoro for I perceive
tliero aro big hearts up there. It
dident have to bo dragged out of. them
by tho newspapers and the preachers,
but it comes just gushing along until
keeps a coining all tho timo, and the
Lord only knows How much good
they havo dono to those poor sufforin
creatures whom Ho has afflicted so
dreadfully. * ,
Gqv. Golquit said that the .Yankees
wore n noble people, hut I thought
maybe ho lmd jinod a mutual admi
ration society up north, bul; I see I
was niistakon and I am glad he .Avonb .
to sco om for it will soften down both
sides and by and by when wo get a ;
good democrat in tho presidential
offico wo will all have a love feast .
and wo’l divide tho oighty thousand
offices with ’em and givo Mv. Ilayes
a good place for his good intentions.
When John Tyler retired from Wash-
ton they made him overseer of a pub
lic road because ho put somo demo- ,
eriits in offls, and I reckon them Ohio
radicals will do Mr. Hayes tlio. same
way. Us about lime fora change
any lvow, and iio patriot ought to
object to it—for you know the radi
cals have stole enough and they won’t
stop, and the democrats have been
ahusin om so long about it thoy would
ho ashamed to go ut it right away
thomsclvos. I don’t think they
would got at it to . any unreasonable
degree for four years, and by t.hut
time I reckon thoso independents
would got organized and capture tho
whole concern. Then little Aleck
will bo on hand, shore.
You soo that I don't think that
because a man is a democrat ho is
altogether a saint, by iio means. He's
just, human after all, and most all
offls holders were offls seekers, and
I'm bound to say that us a class they
love,comfort more and labor loss,
than any othor class of clover people,
and it uint ono in a hundred that
will vote to reduce salaries willingly,
and if they can’t raise om a little ono
way somo of om will do it another.
I remember Hint when Bosh Tweed
and company were first caught a
steal in, u lamblike preacher of .offr
town dident believe it anil said tc
Judge Underwood it waft obliged to
ho a slander, for they were all dem
ocrats, und tho Judge replied, “well,
my dear friend, I know they are
democrats, hut a critical observation
of meii and “rings for the past forty
years, has satisfied mo that it is within
the range of possibility fora demo-
Urot to steal. ” Jesso! Yours,
Bill Am*.
P. S.—I intended to give you my
honest opinjon of all this llolfzclaw
business, hut the truth is I don't
understand it. I thought I did hut
I don’t. B. A.
dogs.
But most everybody lias a streak
of human kindness in ’em, though it
The followers of Butlor enliven the
campaign by singing songs like this:
Jlurc to bo a Butler,
Dure to stand like men;
Dare to have a purpose firm,
Dare to vote for Ben.
Mr. 0. D Sanders, of Parkersburg,
West Vri., is a tall, straight, robust
man, between fifty and sixty. He
has not' slept fin* lii'lcen years; lie
feels lived sometimes, but never
Bleep/, though Ik* lias I ri<*d working
continuously for ton or eleven days
and nights. Heavy opiates have no
effect upon him. Al high! lie goes
to boil “so as to be out of the way,”
and lips there aud thinks, but drieo
not sleep.