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EST-A/BIaISIHIIETD 1859.
fiSTew Series.
WAS SHE SINNER OR SAINT ?
“And so you are Bessie Wentworth I”
said my sweet little mother, looking with
loving eyes on the petite creature she
j had just released from her arms. “You
are very welcome, child.’’
As for my gruff old father, he shook
his head and sighed. I think he felt
disappointed. Never before had there
been a Wentworth with rippling blonde
hair and eyes like wood-violets. The an
omaly seemed to give him an unpleasant
sensation. It was utterly at variance
with all his preconcerted notions of what
every scion of the dear old family tree
should be like.
“You ought to be as brown as a her
ry, with eyes, black as sloes, and hair
the color of Margaret’s,” said he shaking
his head still more decisively. “I don’t
understand it.”
The color died oat of Bessie’s bloom
ing cheeks for an instant, and then burn
ed brighter than ever,
j “I am like my mother,” she said, in a
silvery, sweet voice.
“You are like nobody I ever knew or
saw,” sharply. “Your mother was a Hig
ginson, and they were all dark, like tlio
I Wentworths.”
She drew nearer, and dropped her
j pretty hand on his arm.
“I’m sorry I don’t look to please you.
Uncle John,” she murmured, with an
upward glance of the liquid blue eyes,
that might have disarmed a harder
hearted man than my father, even.
“What nonsense! Who said you did
not please me. You do please me. But
| you are not in the least like the Went
' worths.”
Ho kissed her with the air of a man
j determined to make the best of the inev
itable.
“We did not look for you before next
week,” said mamma, gently. “I’m glad
you saw fit to anticipate the time a little
however.”
“I decided, quite suddenl}*-, to come
on at once,” Bessie answered, speaking
hurriedly, I thought. “I knew your
welcome would be just as warm, though
I diil take you by storm.”
“If you give us just so much more of
your society, my dear—”
But the concluding part of her sen
tence did not reach my ears. I heard a
step on the gravel just then—we were
all gathered on the piairirt at the timc<
as was our custom during the hot Au
gust evenings—and looking down into
the garden, I caught a glimpse of Jack
Thurstane’s wide awake hat among the
rhododendrons.
I ran down to meet him.
“Who'vo you got up yonder, Marga
ret ?” he asked, abruptly, the moment I
reached his side.
•‘.My cousin, Bessie.”
“Humph ! Definite, upon my word.”
j “I suppose you would like me to re
gale you with half an hour’s gossip
! about her ?” said I, smiling. “Bu , un
fortunate]}-, I know very little to tell.—
She is Undo Tom’s daughter, and has 1
lived in Illinois all her life, and I never j
saw till this evening ”
“Stop !” said Jack, putting •up his |
hand and grimacing. "Do you mean to
tdi me that girl has spent all her life in
the backwoods ?”
“If I do, what then?”
"l*ou are laboring under a delusion,
that’s all. I know a Xew Yorker- the !
instant I hear one speak. If the young J
lady in question has not spent several j
years of her life in the modern Gotham, j
you may use my head for a football,” he
said.
“Enough. Out of your own mouth
are you convicted. Seriously, though,
your penetration is at fault for once. Bes
sie is Western born and bred. Come up
to the house, and she will tell you so j
herself.”
Later, after the purple dusk had driv- J
on us into the parlors, which were bril
liant with light, I realized what a charm
ing woman Bessie had grown to be. So
modest, so sweet, so self conscious, so
impulsive, I could not wonder that Jack
was quito enraptured with her. She
seemed like anew revelation of woman
hood, with her shy, artless ways and
pretty timidity.
“What a sweet little creature !” said
mamma, sotto voce. “There is nothing
conventional or studied about her. I
admire her.”
My father, who was necr enough to
catch her remark, said in his gruffest
voice:
“Appearances are often deceitful, niv
dear. The girl is no fool. See what a
desperate flirtation she is getting up
with Jack already!”
Jack’s demeanor puzzled me. We
were the next thing to engaged, and
now he had deserted me for a fresher
face with as little warning as well could
be.
“Your cousin is a charming girl, Mar
garet,” said he, in a low voice. “I don’t
know when I have spent such a pleasant
evening.”
“Did you come here to tell me so ?” 1
asked sarcastically. “You needn’t have
taken the trouble.”
He caught his breath quickly, and
bending down, whispered:
“Bear with me, Margaret. I would
not ask it if it were not right and best
that I should.
What did he mean? I turned, look
ing around with a stave of surprise; but
he had swung on bis* heel, and was
gliding back to bask once more in Bes
sie’s smiles.
Later, when my cousin and I had gone
up stairs together, she said to me
with a painful flush suffusing her lovely
face:
ELBERTOX, GEORGIA, JULY 14, 1875,
i “I am afraid you are displeased with
I me, Margaret, you seem so cold, so re
i served. Please tell me if I have done
; anything so very wrong? I did not
I mean to, heaven knows I did not —-but
| then lam such a child, so ignorant of
1 the world’s ways, that I fail into many
j errors.”
She threw her arms around my neck,
and tears suffused those pretty blue eyes
but somehow they fail to soften my heart
toward her.
“I have no occasion to censure yo<i,”
I said as gently as I could.
A spark that did not speak amiability
kindled in Bessie’s eyes at my
but she said sweetly.
“I'm glad you are not dictatorial. I
don’t like people who are always finding
fault with me, and laying down rules for
one to follow.”
“I shall lay down no rules for your
benefit.”
“Thank you.”
The tone was as mellifluously sweat;
as ever, but I detected a curious twite™
ing about the corners of that faultiest
mouth.
Not trusting myself to continuo the,
subject, I began nervously to detach th||
jewels I had worn with my evening coal
tume, and replace them in-their receptal
cles. Presently I became aware that
Bessie was watching mo with intent
eyes.
“What is it?” I said, sharply, fori
could never endure being watched by
any one.
She shrugged her shapely shoul-.
dors. 1
“I was admiring your jewels. What a.-
lovely ornament! It must have cost a
large sum of money.”
She picked up a pearl cross, and turn
ed it over and over in the gleaming
lamplight. It was a unique trinket—
the setting of dead-gold fronted with
pearls that a princess might have covet
ed. My father had purchased fit of a
Florence jeweler a good many years lie
fore.
“I don't know its value. But I prize
it very highly.”
“Of course.”
There was a greedy glitter in her eyes
which she took no pains to conceal. She
said goodnight quite abruptly, and wont
to her own room, which adjoined mine,"
bie the next morning, when a letter was !
brought in for mamma. She apologized i
for opening it, studied carefully a few j
moments then uttered a sudden excla
mation :
“How odd ! Perhaps you can explain
it, Bessie. I’m utterly befogged. Here
is a letter from yourjnother telling me
not to look for you until next week.—
What does it mean ?”
Bessie had just been saying something
in a low voice to Jack, who sat beside
her, but at these abrupt words of mam
ma's the smile died suddenly from her
rosy lips, and her face grew as gray as 1
ashes.
“There is nothing so very strange in
it,” said she, after a brief silence. “I
told you last night that I changed my
mind quite suddenly, and started at
once. That letter had already been
posted. I arrived a few hours in ad
vance of it. That is not remarkable, is
it ? The mails are always delayed nore
or less.”
“Oh, that’s it, to be sure,” and mamma
seemed wholly satisfied with the explana
tion.
Looking round the instant, I caught
Jack’s eye. There was something in its
depths that puzzled met Did he dis
trust Bessie, and disbelieve her story?
While dressing for dinner, I made a
discovery which startled me. My pearl
cross was gone : I could not find it in
my jewel box, though I remembered per
fectly having placed it there the night
before ; nor was it on the dressing* bu- j
reau. Had it been stolen ?
My loss troubled me greatly, and yet
I determined not to speak of it until I
had made a more tbarough search. Af
ter all my memory might be treacherous
and I had simply mislaid it. One often
falls into errors of that sort.
Bessie was in the drawing-room, sing
ing a duet with Jack, when I came down
stairs. She turned her head at the
sound of my step behind her, giving
me a keen, searching glance as if to
allay some lurking doubt in her own
mind.
Apparently she was satisfied with the
result of her scrutiny, for she drew a
quick breath of relief and took up the
chorus of the gay little chansons she was
singing.
I leaned over her shoulder, and watch
ed the pretty slender hands that slip
ped over the keys so gracefully. The
glitter of a magnificent diamond ring
on one of her taper fingers instantly
caught my eye. I gave a start of recog
nition. Jack saw it.
“Yes, it is my ring, Margaret,”,he said
answering the quick uplifting of my eyes.
“How much handsomer it looks than it
di:l when I wore it.”
Bessie stopped playing, an appealing
smile % curling her red lips.
“Mr. Thurstane has loaned it to me
until to-morrow,” she said with charming
frankess. -‘I aske’d him for it. I ad
mire it so much that I. had a great de
sire to wear it. I suppose you will say
it was not a proper thing to do, but I
think there was no great harm in it, was
there ?”
I looked utterly dumbfounded , or at
least that is the way I felt. Was she so
unsophisticated as she pretended, or was
lier artlessness the perfection of art ? It
was a difficult question to answer, but
i had my convictions, and they were
strengthened by a remark Jack made to
me later in the evening.
Ew*‘Your cousin sings gay little French
chansons, Margaret,” he said, following
mi to the veranda, where I stood grave
lyStudying the stars. “Pretty well for
amHllinois country girl, isn’t it ?”
SXffhen he went liis way, leaving me to
pander upon his mystical words: and
ponder I did, until they had burned in
my brain.
Hput the riddle was nearer a solution
j&an I-imagined.
Jijfeessie and I went up stairs at a later
rnror than usual that night. . I noticed
an| indefinable change in the girl when
wd were alone together. The sweetness
bother face just as if she had suddenly
dropped a mask. She looked sullen and
■polent, and after lingering long enough
to ftake a hurried survey of my apart
rndtat, as if she were making a secret in
ventory of what was in it, she passed on
toiler own room.
HKler singular demeanor made me ner
vous : it would bo impossible to tell
why. L did not feel like sleeping after
she left me, and so, extinguishing- my
lamp, I lay down upon the bed without
hours wore on. At last I heard
a plaintive cry, like a whippoorwill’s di
l'cCtly underneath my window. But
something told me no bird had uttered
it. it a signal ? Breathlessly I
watted.
■ iKotjplong. A door creaked softly—
Bctsie’s door. Did I see’a dark shadow
flit noiselessly out upon the lauding, or
was it imagination? I stole quietly
iout of my bed. My door was certainly
mr
i||jFinecl with the most horrible misgiv
ings, I ran to the winuow and looked
There was no moon, but the stars
shone brightly in the purple arch above,
an<J by their glow I saw three or four
dark-looking ligjures steal over a bare bit
of ! lawn and stealthily approach the
hotise.
A moment’s delay, and then the sash
went dp softly. I should not have heard
it all if my §pnses had not been preter
natnraily sharpened.
FgY a few awful seconds afterward I
fflmggled with a deadly inclination to
tkn strength and, courage cams
Scarcely knowing what I did, I caught
up the lamp, lighted it, and rushed out
upon the landing, shrieking at the top
of my voice:
“Thieves ! robbers I help L”
A species of madness seemed to pos
sess me. The dark figures I had seen
had, I was sure, entered the dining
room, where, in a convenient closet, the
family plate was kept in a small safe.—
Of course that was what the burglars
were after.
Down stairs I rushed, two steps at a
time, and bounded into the drawing
room. A. dark lantern was flashing its
stream oflight across the apartment.—
Right in its glow stood the safe, with
two burglars leaning over it irl the ex
pectant attitude from which they had
been aroused by the sound of my cries,
they seemed undecided whether to re
main or fly.
Another shrill scream broke from my
lips at this startling sight. In an in
stant I v. as surrounded, and a cold rim
of steel touched my forehead, while a
low, resolute voice—Bessie’s voice; I
knew it instantly, in spite of the excite
ment and terror of my situation—hissed
in my ear the word :
“Silence! If you make another such
outcry, I’ll put a bullet through your
brain!”
I felt stunned, frightened, be vildereu,
What happened afterwards is not very
clear to my mmd. I only know that
there was a sudden crashing of glass, a
glare of light, curses, shots, groans, and
the room was full of policemen, and a
desperate struggle going on.
I woke up presently, as if out of a
lethargy, to find myself lying in Jack’s
arms, with' his kisses dropping hot and
fast upon my cheeks.
“Oh, Jack!” I cried, “It is all so horri
ble ! Where is Bessie ? Did I really see
her with those awful meu ?”
“Bessie was an impostor,” he auswer
ed quite savagety. “She is no more
your cousin than I am. It was all a part
of the plot to rob the house. She knew
of the anticipated visit somehow'—these
desperate characters manage to hear ev
erything—and took your cousin’s place.
But I suspected her from the first—l’d
seen that face before, truth to tell—and
shrewdly guessing why she was here, 1
had the policemen ready.”
“But how did you know the house was
to be robbed to-night?”
He smiled.
“Hava you forgotten the diamond
ring? Bessie, as she -styled herself, in
tended to make sure of it, and so bor
rowed it for a few hours. The interfer
ence was plain—the attempt was to be
made to-night, and thought, doubtless,
to keep the ring, and say nothing to her
confederates of it.”
“And my pearl cross, Jack ?” a sud
den light breaking upon my mind*
i‘What ?” he demanded sharply.
“Yon are not the only loser—that’s
all. It all seems so strange, so incom
prehensiblo. My mind will not be clear
again for a month.”
A brief silence fell between us, and
then I lifted my eyes to say:
“Jack, forgive me for doubting you !
I see it all now. Your allegiance never
wavered ”
“N-Yer 1” bo interrupted. “Silly little
Vol. IY.-No. 11.
goose, did you think I could ever find
i any other woman half so precious ? But
I was compelled to play a part. Who
would have believed me if I had declar
ed the truth at once ? And I was not
: thoroughly convinced myself. I wanted
| time and opportunity to test my suspi-
I cions.”
! We now had leisure to look around us.
j Three of the burglars were lying' on the
| floor of the room, securely bound.—
j One had escaped, and the false Bessie
with him.
I may as well state here that the ring
j and pearl cross were eventually re
covered, but not until several months
afterfihe events of that never to-be for
gotten night.
The true Bessie Wentworth came to
us the ensuing week. Papa was greatly
pleased with her. She had the real
Wentworth hair and eyes, and he could
not have picked a flaw with her if ho had
tried. She remained until after Jack
and I were married, and I never had oc
casion to mentally ask myself, as I had
often done during the thirty-six hours’
sojourn of her counterfeit, whether she
was a sinner or a saint. Heaven is made
up of just such pure spirits as Bessie
Wentworth’s.
LENGTH OF BOOTS,
Prof. J. W.Beal, of the Michigan Agri
cultural College gives the interesting
facts, mostly the result of his owtPoxam-
i nations, im relation to the length of
roots in plants and trees-
The soil has much to do with the
length and number of roots. In light,
poor soil, I find roots of June grass four
feet below the surface. People are apt
to under estimate tho length, amount and
importance of the roots of the finer
grasses, wheat oats, &c. Some roots of
clover and Indian corn are large enough
to bo seen by every one on slight exarnina
tion. A young wheat plant, when pulled
up, only shows a small part of its roots.
They go down often four to six feet. It
needs very careful examination to show
that clover and Indian corn havo any
more weight of roots than June grass.
They probably do not contain more.
The roots of a two year old peach tree
in light soil were found seven feet four
inches long. In a dry, light soil, this
season, wo pulled up one parsnip three
-i*a£ Jzwi**, •.n A IT - A L.iif
foot long, small roots even still linger.
The noted buffalo grass on the dry
western prairies,-is dsenbed in tho agri
cultural reports at Washington as hav
ing very short roots; but Mr. Felker,
one of our college students, found they
went down seven feet.
Tho roots grow best where the best
food is to be found. They grow in
greater or loss quantity in every direc
tion. If one finds good food, it flour
ishes and siffids out numerous branches.
Many of the smaller roots of trees die
every autumn when the leaves die,, and
others grow in spring. Near a cherry
tree in my yard was a rustic basket
without a bottom filled with a rich soil.
On remtving the basket and earth, cher
ry roots were found in large numbers in
the top of the soil. They had grown
full of small branches where the soil was
good. Roots in soil will grow up just
as well as down, and do t .is
Poles are said to bo born violinists
and Hungarians conjurers. There is a
Hungarian Count at present in Paris
giving magical representations, or rather
performing miracles. The spiritualists
ought to buy him up, as his avowed ob
ject is to expose all about “psychic
force.” He not only makes tables waltz
and hats to turn, but to do so accom
panied by music. The spiritualists—
the most expert of them—have never yet
been able to make half a dozen card-ta '
blcs dance. Sir Roger de Coverley’s
walking stick remains suspended in the
air without visible means of support,
skulls are questioned, and skeleton
hands reply by knocks. He summons
no end of spirits from the vasty deep j
without photograph, your ancestor ei j
ther in winding sheet or simple skeleton
as may be desired. Only that the an- j
thorities forbid it, he boasts that he
could cause angels to appear.
A boy got his grandmother’s gun and j
load: and it, but was afraid to fire ; he,
however, liked the fun of loading, and so
put in another charge, but was still
afraid to fire. He kept on charging un- j
til he got six charges in the old piece, j
His grand mother learning his temeri- j
ly reproved him, and seizing the old con
tinental discharged it. Bhe result was
tremendous, throwing the old lady on
her back. The promptly struggled to
regain her feet, when the boy yelled out i
in the distance: —“Lie still, granna-a a; |
there’s five other loads to go off yet!”
♦<>♦
The consumption of tea in the Uni- j
ted States for the last two years ap 1
pears from the last data to be at least
50,000,000 lbs. if not 00,000,000 lbs. per !
annum.
A telegraph pole ninety three feet
long and two feet in diameter, a Califor- i
uia product, has been raised in Fulton
street, New York.
♦
Ninety million people speak the En
glish language, 45,000,000 speak Ger- ;
mail, 55,000,000 Spanish, and 45,000,000
French.
Photographs havo been obtained in
Paris four feet loDg by three feet four
inclies in height.
A STAGE DRIVER'S DARLING.
G. S. Cathers is a strge driver in Col
orado. A bright little girl of six sum
mers lives with him and calls him father.
The old man and little girl have an extra
; ordinary affection for each other When
they are together they arc happy as an
gels ; when separated they live in tho
prospect of meeting, and when they meet
they behave like children of the same age.
Their mutual idolization is well know n
in Denver, where their home is. About
two years ago an officer of the law ap
peared in Denver with a requisition
from the Governor of Pennsylvania for
the arrest and delivery of old man Ga
thers on the charge of abduction. Ga-
I thers’ friends were so well convinced of
| his honesty that they warned him of the
presence of the officer and aided in hid
ing both the old man and child until tho
officer had departed. Then Cathers ex
plained that fie was the gaffe fai th •
eSpbutter uncle, amUgave pftftort fami
ly history. It was hiaJEfrl sister’s
l child, whom he wAs tr&ajfe 7TOI his own,
! and
was dying- she’; :u> to him,
I and he mrlhe child and
keep her as his own. When his sister’s
husband married again her father wanted
to take her away from her uncle, but he
fled with his little treasurer to the far
West. Ho stopped at Denver and be
came a stage driver, and his love for his
niece became tenfold. Whan an officer
came armed with State weapons to
wrest his'darling from him, Gathers and
his babe hid until the danger was past.
Lately another officer came with a re
quisition from Pennsylvania and sued
out a warrant for Gathers’ arrest, The
sheriff refused to serve it, and the Penn
sylvanian went homo empty handed.
Pennsylvania will have to go without
that little girl while there are mountain
eaves in the West.
[St. Louis Republican.
Col. Randall, the distinguished dillo
tante of the Augusta Constitutionalist, Iras
seen a mental album, in which, opposite
to tha question, “Who is your favorite
character in fiction V” Alex. Stephens
has w itfcen “Rebecca,, the Jewess!” Op
posite to the same question Merschel
V. Johnson has written, *T know noth
ing of fictio .” At which the editor
wo i iders how a Swedenborgian should not
be a lover of fiction mid of figurative
writing. He says that Gen. Toombs
is no reader of fiction. Ho sys of him;
“In Gen. Toombs’ ase,. we opine, he has
missed much by a neglect of lighter lit
erature. Hia fund of illustration, al
ready large, would have been copious
beyond measure had ho been less ad
dicted to Gradgrind facts.” Of B. 11.
Hill he says; “We are not so sure about
Mr. Hill as a reader or lover of romance,
but are inclined to think that ho has
cultivated a moderate taste for what is
classic and renowned in fiction. Traces
of this are betrayed in Ids speeches and
writings, and many of hia strongest
shafts of rrgnment are barbed 'all tiu.
more victoriously with the wit of others,
captured and made original by pr >per
application.” He thinks Mr. Stephens
has tatnm fact and fiction in proper
doses, and says of him : “However ho
may fall short of Judge Johnson or Gen
eral Toombs in some particulars, ho
yields to no living man in sagacity, fore
sight, prescience or seership; as a pro
phet of events he, perhaps, is unequaled
in the wholo world.”
<. ££> *
Apropos of the case of Cairnth and
Shu to, who are now successfully carry
ing bullets in their brains, the invin ton
(Ga.) Southerner relates the following
parallel experience: “In the battle of
Hatcher’s Run, in 1804, Green Pittman,
of Wilkinson county, received a wound
in the face, the ball entering the upper
portion of the nose on the left side. Tha
woun I was probed and dressed by an army
surgeon, and finally healed, and although
the surgeon stated that the ball was still
in the head, Mr. Pittman had almost for
gotton it, never having experienced tire
least pain or inconvenienco from it. In
1869, one Sunday morning in February,
five years after receiving the wound, as
Mr. Pittman was making his toilet to at
tend church, it foil out into his month.
Mr. Pittman was combing bis hair at*
the time, standing perfectly erect, and
came near swallowing the ball after it
fell into Iris mouth. Strange to say, no
hemorrhage followed its exit, nor was
there any pain felt. Th? ball weighed
one ounce and two pennyweights. It is
now in possession of Air. Pittman, who
was a gallant member of the Third Geor
gia Regiment during the war.”
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GOLDEN WORDS.
Tho habit of looking on the bright
side is invaluable. Men and women who
are evermore reckoning up what they
want rather than what they have—
counting the difficulties in the way, in
stead of contriving means to overcome
them—are almost certain to live on corn
bread, fat pork and salt fish, and sink to
unmarked graves. The world is sure to
smile upon a roan who seems to be suc
cessful, but let him go about with a crest
fallen air, and tho very dogs in tho
streets will set upon him. W e must all
have losses. Late frost will nip fruit in
the bud, banks will break, investments
will prove worthless, valuable horses
will die and china vases will break, but
all these calamities do not conao togeth
er. The wise course to pursue when ono
plan fails is to form another; when one
prop is knocked from miner us, to fill its
place with a substitute, and evermore
count what is left rather than what is
taken. When the final reckoning is
made, if it appear that we have not lost
the consciousness of om- internal recti
tude; if we have kept charity toward all
men ; if by the various discipline of life
we have been-freed from follies and <on
firmed in virtues, whatever wo have lost
tho great balance sheet will be in our
favor.
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A veritable Cyclops is reported to bo
iu London. His only eye is in the mid
dle of bis forehead. His name is Piper
AVTson aged 22, and ho came from Aus
tralia.
