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✓ ; | the Southern BY hakeison, orme & CO. $2,00 Per Annum in Advance A -iSlM f'ire Kindler. Something Entirely flew & Novel. ke [he place of Lightwoo din Kindling ‘ ' a ny Wood or Coal Fire Instanta- not consumed, and will fl’.il Kindle ueously- . - t Kindle itselt is 1 | tf t for years. r F V CENTS worth ot ■ Fim ily one Month, j, . ] ess thau one-tenth the expense of Light" iTEES BOARDING HOUSES, and other ■’ public places will find the kindler mflis- , COST of this useful invention will be lived by its use in one week by any Family. PRICE,75c. r .„„!«b ? L. W. HUNT & CO. ...pJJoJISJ f r Farmers, Please Notice. E are in rec||)t of bnibels Red Clover SEED. .. timothy. “ Kentucky Blue GRASS. “ Orchard GRASS. 5 l(( j .. i{ed Top or Herds GRASS. V, “ Alsike and Sapling CLOVER. Tbrse SEED have been selected and pur sued by us in the West, directly from the powers, and are fresh and pure. * \y 9 fceep a complete stock of every class of IMPLEMENTS, MACHINERY and SEED, n l;icli we would be pleased to have you call jjj examine. ECHOLS & WILSON, kson Street, Augusta, Ga.. and Broad treet, Atlanta, Ga. eptember 5, 35 tf r ESTABLISHED 1S2S. Mo JL FMEEMAM, DEALER IN Watches, Jewelry AND 613 a H Ny CB S2 1 Si S 1 C& Q 312 BROAD STREET il’GISTA, Ga., Watches and. Jewelry Carefully Repaired. Jan. 31, 1871, 4 ly. yr 7*2= RADWAY'S SJEF Sinn X S after reading this advertisement need any onti'O World! so few i SUFFER WITH PAIN. v'vuld that the H’e CUBES THE _ NOT ONE 1*0Lit ThtT author’s i of battle. owing stanzas were found in jne 7 after his death on the field PORTER FLEMING, COTTON FACTOR AND COMMISSION MERCHANT, Office, Jackson Street, opposite C. H. PHINIZY & CO. AUGUSTA GEORGIA. H AVING made arrangements with the Planters Loan and Savings Bank, to advance on cotton in Store, at the lowest rate of interest, many years experience, and the low rate of commissions, I trust will insure me a full share of business. Oct! 31,43 3m Fi tie Furniture THOMAS W O O HD, next to Daniei iiuu^o, SIAOOTI GEORGIA. )r Suits, in Walnut and Mahogany; Cham ber Suits, in Walnut, (Oiled and Var nished,) Mahogany, Oak and Maple. iso. Enameled Painted Sets, in large variety, urge lot of Maple and Walnut Bedsteads, from $5 to *90- Chairs of all descriptions, Mattresses, and slows, Wall Paper, Window Shades, and oil selected stock of Carpets, Oil Cloths and Mattings, CHEAP FOR CASH. COFFINS I.ifvvood, Mahogany, Walnut, Cedar and Imitatations. Metalie Cases and Cas kets, new styles, at reduced prices. :U7 tf 41 NATURE’S Free from tlie Poisonous and Health-destroying Drugs us ed in other Hair Prepara tions. No SUGAR OF LEAD—No LITHARGE-No NITRATE OF SILVER, and is entirely Transparent and clear as crystal, it will not si the finest fabric—perfectly SAFE, CLEAN t„d EFFICIEN T—desideratums LONG SOUGHT FOR AND FOUND AT LAST! It restores and prevents the Hair from be- aing Gray, imparls a soft, glossy appear- removes Dandruff, is cool and refreshing behead, checks the Hair from falling off, r 1 restores it to a great extent when prema turely lost, prevents"Headaches, cures all hu- - jrs, cutaneous eruptions, and unnatural Heat. ^-4 DRESSING FOR THE HAIR IT IS THE BEST ARTICLE I2V THE MARKET. DR.G. SMITH, Patentee, Groton Junction, Prepared only by PROCTOR BROTH- -'-RS. Gloucester, Mass. The Genuine is put - in » pannel bottle, made expressiy for it i 1 the name of the article blown in the glass. ■ J your Druggist for Nature’s Hair restora- Bin! take no other. ^°r sale in Milledgeville by L. W. HUNT Ia Sparta, by A. H. BIRDSONG & CO. p July 2 ly. ft Feb28’71_ly. T JUBKWALTEHS' Broad St., Augusta, Ga. MARBLE monuments, tomb STONES &G., &C. Garble Mantels and Furniture-Marble of all p 1 ™ 3 Furnished to Order. All work for the - .a'ry earefully boxed for shipment. Meh 12 p '70 l.y. ' Reb 1, ’71 ly ’ULASKI house ** Savannah, Ga Wm, H. Tison. Wm. W. Gordan, TISON & GORDON, (established, 1854 ) COTTON FACTORS AND Commission Merchants, 112 BAY STREET SAVANNAH, GA. B agging and iron ties advan CED on Crops. Liberal Cash Advances made on Consign ment of Cotton. Careful attention to all busi- ness, and prompt returns Guaranteed. Notice. A LL persons are hereby notified not to trade for a note bearing date January 1,1870, and due January 1, 1871, for Thir ecn Hun dred Dollars, made payable to Robert Dadd, or bearer, and made by E. C. Corbett, and credited the day given with a payment of five hundred dollars, and another credit for one hundred and forty dollars, and another for one hundred and five dollars, both made same day, out —«. „nvu recollected. And the maker thereof, is heresy .... to pay said note, as I shall proceed to estab lish the same. JOHN T. RODGERS, Dublin, Ga., Dec. 5,1871, Holder. Decl9-6t C H Phinizy F. B. Phioizy. C. H. PHINIZY 1 CO. Cotton Factors, JACRSOS STREET, AUGUSTA, GA. Consignments respectfully solieted. September 2, 46 4ra p r W. DrscAN. J. H Johnston. M. Maclea DDNCAN & JOHNSTON, Cotton Factors AND General Commission Merchants, 92 Bay Street, SAVANNAH, GA, We are prepared to make the Usual advance on Cotton. oct. 9 r&n 4m. LAWTON, HART & CO- FACTORS AND Commission Merchants, U-sual advances made on Cotton in Store, oct. yr tn 4m DARBY'S F G ,UID T Hi IS invaluable Family Medicine, foi purifying, cleansing, removing bad odors iu all kinds of sickness; for burns sores, wounds, stings; for Erysipelas, rheumatism, and all skin diseases; tor catarrh, sore mouth, sore throat, diptheria; for colic, diarrhoea, cholera; as awash to soften and beautify the skin; to remove nk spots, mildew, fruit stains, taken in- tcrnall^^vellas applied externally; so highly recommended by all who have used it—is for sale by all Druggists and Uoun- ry Merchants, and may be ordered di rectly of the DARBY PROPHYLACTIC CO. 161 William Street, N. Y. p Dec24’70 ly. rMay2 nJune3 ’71 ly lTBERG-ER, II WILTBttn Proprietor Georgia COTTON PR ESS I S NOT AN EXPERIMENT, but has been tested by some of our best planters, and has proved to be an Excellent Press. Plan ters, send for our circular and price list, as the price is from $20 to $35 less than any other reliable Press. We refer to Col. T. M. Turner, Sparta, Ga., who knows the merits of our Presses. PENDLETON & BOARDMAN, Patentees and Manufacturers. Foundry and Machine Works Augusta, Ga prnjy7th 6m. Radway’s Ready Relief is a Cure for every PAIS. It was the first and is THE OULY PAIS REMEDY that instantly stops the most excruciating pains, allays Infiamation, and cures Conges tions, whether of the Lungs, Stomach, Bow els, or other glands or organs, by one appli cation. In from one to twenty minutes, no matter how violent or excruciating the pain the Rheumatic, Bed-iiddeu, Iufirin, Crippled, Nervous, Neuralgic, or prostrated with dis ease may suffer. The application of the Ready Relief to the part or parts where the pain or difficulty exists will afford ease and comfort. Twenty drops in half a tumbler of water will in a few moments cure Cramps, Spasms Sour Stomach Heartburn, Sick Headache Diarrhoea, Dysentery, Colie, Wind in tha Bowels, and a Internal Pains. Travelers should always carry a bottle of Radway’s Ready Relief with them. A fen drops in water wiil prevent sickness or pains from change of water It is betater than French Brandy or Bitters as a stimulenf FEVER AND AGUE, Fever and Ague cured for fifty cents; There is not a remedial agent in this world that was cure Fevei and Ague, and all other Malarice, Bilious, Scarlet, Typhoid, Yellow, and other Fevers (aided by Radway’s Pills) *o quick as Radway’s Ready Relief. Fifty coats a bottle HEALTH ! BEAUTY!! w IKv&rs v, e ,i>i ’■^u dost Alng life sorrows fall ro fast, T he Soul is 1 give Our haffi, 8 —: . ,„u„ n o- — - Jit hour is when a. -ed. ‘‘ °" rda > s are ct >rcd o’er with ffief, A-d sorrows neither<^ w no rbrief i V eil all in gloom ; Left deso’ate of real good. Within this cheerless solitude No pleasures bloom. “Thy pilgrimage begins in tears. Aud ends in bitter doubts and liars, * Or dark despair; Midway so many toils appear, That he who lingers longest here j Knows most of care. “Thy goods are bought with many j; groan, By the hot sweat of toil alone, And Weary hearts; Fleet-footed is the approach of woe, But with a lingering step and slow Its form departs.” From Appletons Journal. Mr. Bixby’s Christmas Visiter. il with his walch, It had the Strong and pure rich blood—increase of flesh and weight—clear skin and beautiful complexion secured to all DR. RADWAY'S SAKSAPARILIilAiV RESOLYEXT lias made tlie most astonishing cures so quick so rapid are the changes the body un dergoes, under the influence of this Iruly wonderful Medicine, that Every day an Increase in. Flesh and Weight is Seen and Felt. I'UIi CllSK.t'I' BI.OOJO M*VIEMJFIElt Every drop of the Sarsaparilian Resolvent communicates through the Blood, .Sweat, Urine, aud other fluids and juices of the sys tem tlie vigor of life, for it repairs the wastes of the body with new and soud material. Scrof ula, Syphilis, Consumption, Glandular dis ease, Ulcers in the throat, Mouth, Tumors. Nodes in the Glands aud other parts of the system, Sore Eyes, Strumorous discharges from the Ear*, and the worst forms of Skin diseases, E, options, Fever Sores, Scald Head, Ring Worm, Salt Rheum, Erysipelas. Acne 61uiceiaP°f s V IForrns in the Flesh, Tumors, painful discharges, Night °$wea&f n iSdrsa fill Sperm and all wastes of the life principle are within the curative range of this wcuder of Modern Chemistry, and a few days use will prove to any person using it for either of he se forms of disease its potent power to cure them. A r ot only does the Sarsaparillian Resolvent excels all known remedial agents in the cure of Chronic, Scrofulous, Constitutional, aud Skin diseases; bul it is the only positive cure for Kidney and Bladdcv Complaints, Urinary Bad Womb diseases, Gravel. Diabetes, Dropsy Stoppage of Water, Inconi inenca of Urine triglt’s Disease, Albuminuria, and in all ca ses where there are brick-dust deposits, or the water is thick, cloudy, mixed with substances like the white of an egg or threads like white silk, or there is a morbid, dark billions ap pearance. and white bone-dust deposits, and when there is a pricking, burning sensation when passing water, and pain in the Small of the Back and along the Loins. DR. RADWAY’S PERFECT PURGATIVE PILLS, perfectly tasteless, elegantly coated with sweet gum, purge, regulate, puiify, cleanse, and strengthen. Radway’s Pills, for the cure o, all disorders of the Stomach, Liver, Bovvels- Kidneys, Bladder, Nervous Diseases, Head, ache, Constipation, Costiveness, Indigestionf Dyspepsia, Billiousness, Bilious Fever, In flammation of the Lowe’s, Piles, and all De rangements of the Internal Viscera. War ranted to effect a positive cure. Purely Veg etable, containing no mercury, minerals, or deleterious drugs. Observes the following symptoms resulting from Disorders of the Digestive Organs; A few doses of Radway’s Pills will free the system from all the above named disorders Price, 25 cents per Box. Sold by Druggists. Read “False and True.” Send one letter- stamp to Radway & Co., No 87 Maiden Lane, New York. Information worth thousands will be sent you. r July 4 1871. 26 ly THE GREAT’ BLOOD PURIFIER. Possessing powerful invigorating PROPERTIES&A PLEASANT DRINK,- Those Bitters are positively invaluable in ALLSKI N Dl SEASES & ERUPTIONS ;.' They purify the system, and will cure DYSPEPSIA GENERAL DEBILITY, Remittent and Intermittent Fevers, NERVOUS 01 SEASES.LIVER COMPLAINT and are a preventive of Chills and Fever. All yield to their powerful efficacy. , ARE COOP FQRTHE MENTAL ORGANIZATION. Are'an antidote to chango of Water and Diet. 4 THEY WILL RESTORE YOUTHFUL VIC0R to tho wasted frame, and correct all IRREGULARITY OFTHE BOWELS. Will save days of suffering to the sick, and i CURES NEVER WELL PEOPLE The grand Panacea for all the ills of life. TRY ONE BOTTLE PHYSICIANS THEEE, „ .r pelscfjbe it m .PRACTICE. Be Standard In Young or Old, Married’' ^or Single, these Bitters are un-^ ^equalled and have often been the’' means of saving life. T_R_Y_0 NE BOTTLE, CHARLESTON HOTEL. E. H. JACKSOM, Proprietor. CHAKLESTON, S. C, Al the head of the first flight of stairs, and on opposite sides of the landing, were the respective rooms of Mr. Uixby and Mr. Bangs. The house in which they lived stood in a quiet and retired street on the low er and western side of New York, a locality which was once inhabited by fashionable families, afterward by old fashioned families, and at the time oi our story by the keepers of boarding houses for single men. Mr. Henry Bixby and Mr. Alfred Bangs were single men—Mr. Bangs, the wine-merchant, because he liked wine and song so well that he never had leisure to think of women, be cause he was fat, because he was red in ihe face, and, if more reasons are necessary, because his fingers were chubby and short. For twen ty years, day by day, Mr. Bangs had been absorbed in business. For twenty years, night after night, it had been his custom to entertain his friends at Lis apartment in not a very quiet way. He was so happy, and huiho us, and jolly, that he had never •bought of marriage. Yet he might easily nave i, Ul , ..u.-, Uc . f,^ casual observer for a family man.— He wore a while vest when it wasn’t too cold ; his linen was painfully plain. There was not a sign of jew elry about him. He wore low shoes, which he lied with a ribbon. This was Mr. Bangs. Not quite soold in years as the op posite lodger was Mr. Bixby, known to his few friends as a genial philos opher and poet, to ihe public as the iterary critic of one of the great daily’ papers. He might have been thirty-five years of age, but as he had lived more for others than for himself, as he had made a study and not a pleasure of life, his grey eyes and the other features of his face sugges ted to past whoever met him a longer There was something about him that caused men to wonder, not what he was, but what he had been. For ten years Mr. Bangs and Mr. Bixby had been inmates of the house together. Mr. Bangs had been there longer. The present landlady had received as a legacy from her pred ecessor, who did not care to lake him away, Mr. Bangs. As she said, she made a present of Bangs. Long as they had known each oth er, the two lodgers were only ac quaintances. Sometimes, on a Sun day’afternoon, they would walk out in company, stroll down to the Bat tery, and there smoke their cigars and walch ihe ships, but beyond this point of sociability, which neither enjoyed, there was nothing more.— Never had Bixby read Bangs any poem he had made, nor did ever Bangs invite Bixby to meet his con vivial friends of an evening to play whist or to partake of his mulled ale. In fact, Mr. Bixby had been often and with great enthusiasm voted an unsocial fellow by the chronics of Mr. Bangs, but he rose somewhat in their estimation when they were in formed that he had consented to ex change rooms with their host. “He isn’t such a grouty fellow, af ter all,” said Bangs. “I told him that we were '00 near the street, and that some one had been complaining to the landlady of our singing. He didn’t even stop to think, but agreed to do it at once. He thought the light would be better here. Now, fellows, I call that doing the fair 'king.” And the speech of Mr. Bangs was applauded. It was Inc morning day before Christinas that ihe change was effec ted. In the closet where hacl been the bottles, the decanters, glasses, and pickle-jars of the late occupant, Mr. Bixby bad arranged shelves, and filled them with Ins books.— Over the mantel, from which Mr. Bangs had taken away a colored print of a bull-dog in an overcoat, Mr. Bixby hung a fine engraving of the Madonna, and on the mantel it self he had placed his clock. Tt was a small French clock under a crystal, so that its rapidly-swinging pendulum could be easily seen. All bachelors, however negligent of their surroundings, have some one hobby among articles of furniture. It may be an easv-chair, or a book-case, or a chandelier—there is one thing that must be ihe besl of its kind. There could be no doubt, from the care with which Mr. Bixby’ placed his in its position, and from time that this { “ three requisites wiiVf ’j' , , , • 1 1 . t. , Ge demanded in a clock. Ji kept Co. ; . without failing, its pedulum s\l .* rapidly, and was plainly visible.— Time past was the happiness of Mr. Bixby, and this clock told him con tinually that all was being done that could be done to induce the hours o! every day to go over to the majority. He depended upon this clock. He was surer ot its mechanism than of that of his own heart. hat with banging his pictures and arranging his furnilurs, and with many other little things which had to be done, Mr. Bixby was busily em ployed all day. But the task was not an unpleasant one. His heart was in the work for there was hard ly’an object in the room not nearly associated with some event in his past life. Alter carefully brushing the c/ust from an old writing-desk, which had evidently once belonged to a lady, he placed it upon the rug in front of the lire. Only on Christ- mas-eves was this desk opened. “It is curious,” thought Mr. Bix by’, “that I should have moved this day’, of ail days in the year !” Often in his work he thoughl of stopping to take from the desk an old packet of letters, and reading them once more. But it was not yet time, and, moreover, he was continually interrupted. First, there came some one to his door with “Two dozen Congress-water for Mr. Bang's;” then one with “Mr. Bang’s boots,” anti another to tell Mr. Bangs that “the pup was big enough to take auay.” Finally, came Bangs him self, to complain of like interruptions, and to bid him good-by. “Here is some manuscript a boy both doors now. I am oft 1 Co ^sperul Christmas. We are going to have a Tom-and-Jerry party in Jersey.— You know— * Thetoin-and-Jeiry flays have come, the hap piest in the year! ’ Guod rendering, eh ? That isn’t all : ‘I only wish to live till the juleps come again And Mr. Bangs laughed uproari ously, even after he had said, “Good- by,” and shut the door behind him. ‘ What a personification of Bac chus !” thought Mr. Bixby— “ ‘Ever laughing, ever young.” He will be young as long as he lives, but I am afraid that won’t be long. Ifever there was a man in im mediate danger of apoplexy, Bangs -is that man.” It was after dinner when Mr^ Bix by lighted his drop-light and sat down before the fire. He pushed an ottoman in front ofhitn, on which to rest his feet, which he had comforta bly enceased in his slippers. Bul the shadows in his new room did not please him. He could hardly see the clock on the mantel. The Ma- donnaabove was completely in the shade. So he lighted the chandelier above and sat down again, hoping that no friend, either of bisown or Mr. Bangs, would interrupt him. The desk was open at h ; s r eet. The pack age of letters lay near him on the ta ble. He placed his hand upon them, but let it rest there. The hour had not quite arrived when he would read ihein. He fell again into the reve ries of the day. He lingered over the thoughts of his better life ere he opened ihe packet which told of its end. For the last ten years he bad labored without ambition, and had been successful. His name was well known as ajournalist, and his salary was ample. Before that time he had striven ambitiously, but fruitlessly, patiently,but as in a quicksand, un til on a day, he had none to strive for but himself, and then success had come. Since noon, seven hours and twenty-nine minutes, said the clock before him. His anniversary was near. Mr. Bixby drew the letters near him, and untied the package.— Just then there came a knock at his door, and, betore he had determined whether or not he should say, “Come in,” the door opened, aud an elderly gentleman stepped into the apart ment. Quietly he came in. There was no sound attending his entrance except the knock. Mr. Bixby, look in’! op, saw a man of more than ordi nary height, with countenance rigid and puritanical in expression, as tliougli the mind which had formed it was one influenced more by jus tice than mercy. His eyes were concealed by a pair of colored spec tacles, but these, as they caught and reflected the light, were brighter and I more startling than any eyes could ! have been He was dressed in a ' long surtout, which he wore closely buttoned, high dickey, and high black-silk stock, which covered his throat to his chin. His iron-gray hair was brushed somewhat pom pously backward over his forehead, and his whole effect was that ol a gentleman of the generation which wore bell-crowned hats and carried enormous canes with tassels, but what attracted Mr. Bixby’s particu lar attention were the wrinkles of his face. There were in all places where wrinkles should not be. One ran straight through the centre of his forehead, continuing the line ol the nose upward to the hair. Two oth- starting from the bridge of the nose, ^jjpgonally down to the nostrils, he -„ as c l 0 se shaven, and his lips were strav^j. a , K j thin.— These peculiarities of his ^itor Mr. Bixby liad barely time to mark when the gentleman said : “Ah, Mr. Bangs, I am glad to find you ini ” Mr. Bixby never in his life more desiied to be alone, and yet there was something in this old man which so attracted him that he could not correct his mistake. He felt a sud den fascination and desire to know more of him. Bangs was away and could not be seen. The gentleman could not be very well acquainted with Bangs, very probably never had seen him, or he would not have made such an error. But nothing but the influence which seemed to proceed from his visitor could have induced Mr. Bixby to answer as he did. “Thankyou, sir. Pray, lake this chair.” As he said this, he arose and wheeled an easy-chair to the other side of the table. The elderly gentleman sat down. “You have a very cheerful apart-/ ment here, Mr. Bangs.” “Yes. I always like to he com fortable.” “Of course,” said the elderly gen tleman. “Will you remove your overcoat, sir asked Mr. Bixby, and imme diately repented it. “Oh, no, I shall slop but a mo ment.” * There was an interval of silence. grate and fell apart. A jet o? gas burst forth and burned, then sputter ed and went out. Mr. Bixby won dered on what business he had come, and why he did not open ihe subject at one, if he was only intending to stop a moment. “It is very disagreeable weather out,” said the man with the pom pous forelock, interrupting his re- fleciions. “Snowing?” asked Bixby. “No—sleet. “Very unpleasant to have far to go such anight,” suggested Bixby, who could think of nothing better to say. “Not at all,” responded the old gentleman, authoritatively. Bixby was silent again. The old gentleman, leaning with his elbow on the table, began again. “You like to live well, Mr. Bangs?” “I try to,” answered Mr. Bixby. “Yes.” “-This must be some relative of Bangs come to deliver him a lecture on his course of life. Why jdont he bioach his auvice at once ?” thought Mr. Bixby. The visitor here pulled a glove from his right hand, ran his fingers through his hair, and then, in a more business-like tone, spoke again : “Although a stranger to you per sonally, Mr. Bangs, 1 have always taken a great interest in your fami* ly. Mr. Bangs, I knew your father.” “Indeed! I never heard him speak—” “No, I dare say ; it was near the end of his life. I was near by, and rendered him him some assistance, when he died suddenly of apoplexy. He was not so much of a man as your grandfather.” “Was he not?” asked Mr. Bigs- by, musingly, He was thinking how old the grandfather of his friend Bangs must have been. “No,” continued the elderly gen tleman ; “but even his judgment I never considered equal to that of your great-grandfather.” “Here is, indeed, a friend—a friend ot the family. Why is Mr. Bangs away ?” thought Mr. Bixby, and he bent his head a little, and looked under the drop-light, to get a view of his visitor. He saw only the reflection on his spectacles, and drew back suddenly, for fear ot be ing detected. “You like a good song, I have heard, Mr. Bangs,” came from the other side of the table. “ Have you any favorite ? ” Mr. Bixby did not understand this at all. The quenion puzzled him. Should he as Bungs fall in the esti mation of some reialive if he ad mitted the fact. Or did bis visitor n tend to sing? However, he felt compelled to be frank, so he said: “ Oh, yes; 1 like a good song.— Some of the Scotch ballads please me most. There is ‘ The Land of Leal’” ver\ nue song, sir. A very sons’. It is a credit to any man to like that song.” The old gentleman was excited. Mr. Bixby was just congratulating himself on having given Bangs a lift, when his thoughts were turned into an altogether new channel by tlie following remark: “ It was my impression, however, that vour taste ran rarher in the way of drinking songs. I should have thought now you would have said, ‘The Coal-black Wine.’ ” There was something in the tone with which this was uttered that made Mr. Bixby shudder. It ran through his mind that this man was some enemy of Bangs—that he was dangerous. Startled by this sudden suspicion, tremblingly he again peer ed under the shade. The wiinkiein the line of the frontal suture was more deeply indented. The light on the spectacles was brighter than ever. “Mr. Bangs, I called on your op posite neighbor, Mr. Bixby, to-night. I knocked on the door, but he was away.” “Yes,” said Mr. Bixby, somewhat confused. He wished that Bangs hacl stayed at home, and determined to end the interview as soon as possi ble. “Yes. I am sorry. I had a posi tive appointmentwith him. I am a great friend oi’lsis.” “Does he know you ?” “Oh, no ; we have never met per sonally that he remembers. 1 am an old friend of the family. He suf fers from ihe heart disease, and has been expecting me.’ 5 Oh, yon are a physician ?” “Y'es, sir. I attended his father at his last illness.’’'' 1 Mr. Bixby’s heart began to beat rapidly. His mind became equally active, and, although he had no ex perience to be guided by, he began to suspect (he nature of the man’s business with Bangs. He almost determined to discover himself, but the letters were yet unread. If that were were only done, he would do any thing his visitor might request. R^caUino the old gealleman 5 s last “And his mother?” “Y’es, and his mother.” The old man’s voice assumed al most a kindly tone. “ He is, indeed, a friend of my family,” thought Mr. Bixby; and then he started, tor fear he .might have spoken aloud. His eyes fell upon the packet of letters. He must read them. He must end the interview. The old doctor must have noticed Mr. Bixby’s eyes, with the tears rising in them, as he tenderly touched the letters one by one, for it was with a voice very gentle and low that he spoke again. “I once attended a very dear friend of his. It must be quite ten years ago now. Her name was Mar garet. I think she loved him, for I remember—yes—it was one Christ- mas-eve, she said, and after that she said no more, ‘Has Harry come?”’ Mr. Bixby could bear no more. His sobs were striving for utterance. His fingers grasped the strong oak arms of his chair. It was only the thought of the letters which gave him strength to.say: “I am sorry, sir. Y'ou mistake me. I must ask you to leave me. You may come again. I shall be here, but 1 have given you much of my time. I shall be here, but I have something 1 would do to-night, have given you much of my time. It is already late. “ It is you who mistake, Mr. Bangs. But I am going now. I said 1 would stop but a moment. I have kept my promise, as you will see by your clock.” Before hi3 hands fell listless from the arms of the chair—before his lips parted, but not for speech—ay just before that quick, strong pain in his heart, Mr. Bixby saw on the white dial the black hands yet pointing to the seven hours and the twenty-nine minutes, the pendulum moveless, still, half-way on the up ward journey of the arc. “It was hard to deceive him, but he will thank me now,” said he of the gray locks and wrinkled visage. “And here are the letters which he does not need.” Had the old man no more appoint ments to keep? For he took up one of the letters and opened it. A lock of golden hair fell unnoticed to the floor. Then ho read silently, after while,’ aloud: I hope you will come and see me on Christmas-eve, for I am not well. I long for you more than I say. You must be tired with your struggle in the great city, and need rest. O Harry! come and comfort her that loves you, as you well know. “Margaret.” The bells of Trinity commenced Unking-. “He was tired, and be needed rest,” said Death. CHARLES S. GAGE,