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THE SOTJTHEIttT WORLD, NOVEMBER 16,' 1883.
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Written specially for tbe Southern World.
riHNT ueconcteiat ion.
DY DAISY STAB.
•* I'm sorry I said It, darling,
Bo sorry I cant forget—
I am (orglven. I see It,
In your dear blue eyes, and yet—
Your reproachful face still haunts me,
I can't get rid of tbe pain
Tbe tears on your eye-lids gave me.
Can we ever be again
“ The same we were to each other t
Just the very, very same T
You're smiling at me, my sweet one,
That really is a shame
After all of my contention;
And you’re crying loo,dear met
How sweetly strange, and strangely sweet
You dear women folks can be!
“ I've wiped the tears away, my love,
Please do keep them out of sight,
And loose your arms about my neck,
They are a little tight.
What, running away so soon, my pctT
Onr tea is waiting you say ?
Well, well, I'll finish, my Jewel,
Confessing another day.
MIDHUMMEU.
[From the Oerman of Emanuel Oelbel.)
By the Bun-god's arrows riven
Field and forest shriveled lie,
Blue as steel the dome of heaven,
Mot a cloud In all the sky;
In the furrows, Are-blasted,
Dies the seed, the wild deer hie
Panting to the woods, by wasted
Brooks the thirsty cattle cry;
In tbe trees no songs to greet us,
Not a lily on the lea;
O when wilt thou come to meet us,
Thunderer! we wult for thee;
Come, O come with tempest-roaring,
Unatcli thy bride from death away—
Come, In goldenshowers pourlug,
To the languishing Dame.
-CUAKLKM W. llUHNKll.
Written specially for the Southern World.
THE STEP-MOTH Ell.
BY MF.I.AKIK ADAM.
From the German.
"White silk ami a wreath of violets—so
you think the hat will please her?" asked
Lucinda.
“ Yes, Herntance will like it, and it gives
me pleasure to please my handsome step-
maniina," answered Uulda.
“ Hm 1 so you love her very much?"
" Oh certainly 1 Since my father died she
has been my only friend, and as we are near
the same age wc are inseparable companions.
I do not know what 1 would do if it were not
for Herutance. Bruneggis changed so much
since my father’s death.”
" Mr. von Lorch is a frequent visitor at
Brunegg, I hear—"
A rosy color suffused Hulda’s cheeks.—
11 Of course, he is Hcrmance's cousin and—
and like a brother to me,” answered she,
bending over the flowers to hide her confu
sion.
" Well yes, you are right, of course,” said
Lucinda, " but did you never consider that
people might tulk about it?"
"Talk about what?" askedHulda, looking
at Lucinda with her large, brewn eyes
" That so soon after your father’s death
he visits so much at Brunegg. Poor man !
Only dead eight months. I sTtould think
that your step-mamma,as you call her, would
have more respect for bis memory than to—’’
" Than to what?” asked Hulda, her eyes
sparkling with anger. “ What have you to
say agaiust Herntance, against my father's
widow, Lucinda?”
"To say? Oh, I say nothing; but other
people talk about her. I am surprised that
you are so blind, Hulda. I have known you
since you were a child—you were always
very quick to notice everything; strange
that you are so blind this time.”
" What is it?"
” Well, your step-mother married your
father for his wealth, for a home and place
in society. She was at that time a poor
teacher, and head over ears in love with her
cousin von Lorch, and he with her. But
both were without money, and his prospects
so poor that he gave her up to your father.
Now he is in brilliant circumstances and she
the mistress of Brunegg, so what is to hin
der—My Ood 1 what is the matter with you ?
are you ill?”
" Oh no; It is sowarm here and your story
is so strange. I am foolish for listening to
you, and do not tbank you for what you
have said, Lucinda. My step-mother truly
loved my father when she married him—five
years of unalloyed happiness, and deep and
heartfelt sorrow at his death, are sufficient
proof. I do not believe that she ever loved
anyone else. And if she should want to
marry Mr. von Lorch, she has a perfect right
to do bo, In ipite of what people say," so
saying she bowed very coolly and went her
way.
The walk in the fresh air cooled her burn
ing cheeks, but her young heart bled. Not
for the world would she have have told Lu
cinda that she herself loved Robert von
Lorch, and yet it was so. He was a noble
character, so gentle and refined, no wonder
then, that tne young girl almost worshipped
him. She would never have believed that
Herntance felt more than a cousin’s love for
him, but perhaps others knew better, per
haps Bhe was blind 1
A feeling of despair overcame her as she
passed under the high gateway of Brunegg,
and thought of the dear father who had been
carried out eight short months before. She
loved Hermance dearly, and thought her
step-mother loved her better than anyone on
earth. But now she felt as though she
hud’nt a friend in the world.
There stood von Lorch’a fine saddle-horse
tied to a tree; before it would have given
her pleasure to know that he was there, now
it caused her pain. She did not want to
meet him so she turned into a small path
that led through the garden.
Brunegg was an elegant estate. During
the owner’s lifetime it had always been filled
with gay company, but since his death it
was very quiet there.
The path which Hulda had taken, had
been cut through a lot of thick shrubbery.
She could see no one, but presently she
heard voices, and when she stopped to listen
front what direction they came she became
an unwilling listener to the following con
versation :
“ I really do not know what answer to
give you.”
“ But Hermance, have you no confidence
in me?”
"Certainly, perfect confidence, but I ant
waiting for the year to roll round, Robert.
My husband has been dead such a short time,
and I am afraid to undertake such a respon
sibility."
“ I cannot wait a year. You know how
lonely it is for me all alone, and as I love a
certain person with my whole soul, and that
person is free, and my circumstances such
that I can support her, you dare not not re
fuse what I have asked, Herntance."
" Poor Robert, I love you too well for that;
how could I refuse you ?”
“ 8o you say yes ?"
“Yes!—"
Hulda ran from the place, and arrived at
the house out of breath and almost fainting.
Hurrying to her room she threw herself on
her bed. Lost! lostl Every one bad for-
suken herl She stood alone!
Soon after she heard steps on the stairs.
Was it Hermance that was coming? Yes',
the door opened and Hermance's voice
called:
“ Are you here, Hulda ? we thought you
had not yet returned."
She came into the room and placed the
light, which she carried, on a small table in
the farthest corner.
“ I lint sure you came home with the head
ache ; the day has been very warm. You
should have taken a cup of tea.”
8he sat down by the young girl and laid
her beautiful hand on her shoulder.
" 1 am glud we are alone,” she said. “ I
have something to tell you—did I hurt you
with my rings, darling7 Why did you
start?" J
"No, Hermance, no."
“ Hulda, something occurred to-day that
gives me great pleasure; shall I tell you
what it was?”
Then followed a short pause.
" Yes.”
“ Yon have been acquainted with my
cousin, Robert von Lorch, one year, you are
good friends, am I right?"
“Oh, yes.”
“ You like him very much ?"
No answer.
“ I hope so, darling, for he possesses every
quality that can adorn a man. He is noble,
honest and manly and the woman that wins
his love can call herself blessed. I know of
greater happiness than to be Robert's wife."
Hermance noticed the heavy breathing of
her step-daughter, but could not see her face.
“ I was walking with him late this after
noon in the garden and—but child your
headache must be very severe; you are
actually groaning.”
“ Very severe; but do not mind me, Her
mance."
“ He insisted on my promising him some
thing ; at first I refused because it is such a
short time since your father died, and others
might think—”
" You need not have cared what others
think. Consultyourown heart, Hermance."
“ I did that, Hulda, and that U why I at
last consented. Robert and I have known
each other since childhood, and he is one in
a thousand. So I know you will forgive me,
dear Hulda—”
“Forgive you? What have I to forgive,
Hermance?”
“I gave ray consent that he should tell
you of his love for you and ask yours in re
turn. For nothing will make me happier
than if you become tbe wife of ray cousin,
my sweet girl."
Then Hermance said no more. Not a
sound was to be heard in the darkened
room. She waited anxiously for her step
daughter's answer, but Hulda was so over
powered by her own feelings, she could not
speak.
“ Have you nothing to say, Hulda?”
“ What shall I say ?"
"Whether that, which I have just told
you, gives you pleasure or pain.”
Again a pause.
“ Hermance I have been told that you and
Robert—that you once loved each other.”
“I have always'loved him os a cousin,
nothing more. I only loved your father,
child, and after him you were nearest my
heart. I have promised Robertthat I would
try and persuade you to give him some sign
to encourage him, so he sends you this white
rose. If you return his love, and will allow
him to address • you, then wear it in your
hair when he comes to-morrow evening. If
there is no hope for him, then you need not
appear,os a meeting would be painful to both,
and I will break it to him in a gentle way.”
“ Give me the rose—”
Hermance took the flower out of her own
hair and saw in the semi-darkness how the
young girl carried it to her lips.
“—I will wear it.”
Written specially (or the Southern World.
THE INDIANS! OF GEORGIA.
The Power of Song—A Reminiscence of
John Ross and John Howard Payne.
Dy R. E. II.
I wish you knew my grandmother! This
is the kindliest wish I can entertain for the
dear ones I try to amuse. Such a bright,
cheerful, happy, little woman as she is! It
would make you merry for a week just to
spend the day with her. So many quaint
sayings, so many funny anecdotes would
keep cross, old Dr. Trumpus himself in a
good humor. She is a great reader and alive
to the progress of the day—"the march of in
tellect” as she sometimes laughingly, and I
must add, sarcastically calls it. She also
possesses the most retentive memory, and
often speaks of incidents which have passed
into history. She remembers when, just
after the war of 1812, Indians were sent as
couriers throughout the land to proclaim
peace—how they rode into the little island
towns and villages, and the joy and tumult
their coming occasioned. She has never for
gotten her own childish fright at sight of the
savage peace-proclairaers, with hideously
painted faces, great bunches of feathers on
their heads, and strings of beads round their
necks, and how she ran and hid herself.
She had put an egg by the kitchen fire to
roast (there wero no cooking stoves then) and
when she returned for it, the cook exclaimed,
"La! chile, de Injuns done eat it up."
This seems strange in these days of tele
graph and steamers, when even little chil
dren are sometimes sent by express, and
reach their place of destination in an incred
ibly short space of time, in good order, and
with tickets on them just like little bundles.
I am now going to relate to you an occur
rence in her early life just as it wus told to
me. I am sure it will interest you.
“If was in the spring of 1823, that I went
on an overland journey with yo§f grand
father from Mississippi to Augusta, Georgia.
I was young then, but the joy, tbe fresh
ness of that time, can never be effaced from
my memory. We were to visit some rela
tives who resided in Augusta, go north to
Elberton, and return home by the 'upper
route’ as it was called.
"We traveled in a large coach with my
maid, and Cyrus, the driver, and were fol.
lowed by a wagon, bearing provisions, cook
ing utensils, and other necessities.
"We went by way of Montgomery, and at
the western limit of Montgomery county,
arrived at Line creek, so called, because of
its then being the dividing line between Al
abama and the Indian Nation. After cross
ing the creek, we entered the division of the
Nation belonging to the Creek Indians—the
Cherokeea lived farther north.
"The Indians were not living in wigwams,
as many Beem to suppose, and were not
grouped in towns, but lived in log huts at
some distance from each other, and subsisted
on game, com, and whatever vegetables
were produced in their pa tehee.
"We often drove for miles through long
stretches of beautiful woodland without see
ing a single human habitation, but as the
carriage passed along, the Indians frequently
presented large baskets of wild strawberries
for sale.
“At distances of thirty, or thirty-three,
miles apart were wayside inns, or ’stands,’
as they were called. These were usually
two-Btory, wooden houses kept by a white
man; although houses of accommodation
were sometimes kept by the Indians. The
Indian’s stand generally consisted of one or
two log huts erected on one side of the road
for the entertainment of wayfarers, while the
Indian and his family resided in another hut
just opposite. The Indians were slave own
ers, and travelers were always waited upon
entirely by negroes.
"We had been joined at Montgomery by a
young naval officer and a Frenchman who,
on horseback, accompanied us through the
Nation.
“We spent a night at Fort Mitchell, and
tbe next morning were assembled on the
bank of the Chattahoochee to cross the river
on the ferry-boat stationed there. The ferry
boat was kept by Indians, and propelled in
this way: On each side of the river, a stake
was driven, to which a rope, tightly stretched
across the stream, was well secured. To the
boat was fastened a chain with a hook at one
end which was thrown over tbe tight-rope
above, so that, in spite of the current, the
boat would be kept directly under the rope.
When travelers wished to cross, the Indians
entered the boat, and pulled it over by
catching hold of the rope overhead with
their hands.
"On this particular morning the Indians
had swam across the river, leaving their boat
on the Fort Mitchell side, so that when we
came to cross not an Indian was to be seen.
In vain your grandfather hallooed with all
his might, the Indians could not, or would
not hear. After many deafening, yet una
vailable shouts from the gentlemen of the
party, they determined to pull themselves
over.
"Our carriage, horses, and effects were
comfortably arranged in the boat, and the
gentlemen, with the assistance of Cyrus were
pulling finely and had nearly reached the
middle of the river, when your grandfather,
having tbe assurance of an inexperienced
and daring young man, insisted upon un
hooking the chain from the rope. The other
gentlemen protested, but your grandfather
said: T t’s j ust a useless appendage anyway
and we don’t need it at all.’ The others
yielded, and the hook was hardly loosed
when the boat was swept by the current
down the stream. These famous boatmen
hung to the rope with all their might, and
the Frenchman was so very tenacious he
was jerked overboard into the water. I
would have been much alarmed on his ac
count if I had not known of his having gone
swimming at this point the day before.
"We were an excited party I Such scream
ing, such shrieking, such calling to the In
dians speedily brought them running to the
bank of the river.
"I was in such a mingled state of fear at
our position, and joy at seeing some prospect
of help, I kept crying, 'Oh, do, good Indians,
come and bring us out! Ob, do, good In
dians, come and bring us out!’
“The Indians threw off their blankets and
swam to us, and by paddling in the deep
water, and poling in the shallow, soon safely
brought us to shore.
"The United 8tates government was at this
time endeavoring to conclude a treaty with
the Creeks h^r^ard to their ceding the
landh%Wli9HMts of Georgia for on
west of the Missis-
'ere, of course, divided
iniofWI^m^piiose who were willing for
the exchange, and those who considered the
giving up of their homes as not the least of
the grievances already inflicted by the
whites.
“Soon after crossing Flint river, we heard
of the murder of a family which had lately
settled in tbe very portion of the Indian Na
tion through which we had just passed.
“We found the country in a state of the
most intense political excitement. In every
little town we entered, we heard of nothing
but fighting the Indians, and Indian out
rages and murders, and all sorts of bloody
tales and bloodthirsty aspirations.
"When we reached Augusta we found that
city as much roused as the smaller towns had
been. Even the little boys in the streets
could play nothing but wild Indian, and
they would sometimes pretend to be an at
tacking party and vanquish the poor savage,
or else, they were the Indians, and »".«■
cred and scalped in such a fearful m««n fr
u to have given even the red man hin< w if