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ELLIJAY, GA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1882.
THE GIBL IN GEAT.
We were crossing Hampton ferry
When the sporting breezes blew high,
And it fluttered in ou>- proud sails
With a storm contending sigh ;
Bright the village light of Crestou
Gleamed abaft up from the shore,
And my heart wag beating measures
It had never beat before.
Fast the purple twilight deepened,
And I watched the moon so dim
Peeped out through broken patches
Of the clouds all black and grim
And my thoughts kept turning backward
To that village by the sea,
Glowing with an effervescence,
Sweet and pleasant, glad and fiee.
And I leaned upon the railing,
Looking down iuto the wave,
Where a drowning moon wag striving
To defraud a river grave,
With the waters plunging wildly,
la their boisterous mad-cap play ;
“’lis a picture grand and exquisite!”
Said the dark-eyed girl iu gray.
I could see those black eyes glisten,
Though her lace was hid from view,
In the silent hush of darkness ;
But the voice was kind and true-;
And her iaugh was like the music
Oi the naves upon the shore ;
W bile my heart was beating measures
It had never felt before.
Then we talked Of modern artists, _
And the works of ancient time,
Till our thoughts ran in together,
Like the music of a rhyme ;
’Twas a poem yet unwritten
For the hearts that throbbed so gay—
Crossing over Hampton ferry
" itb that dark-eyed girl in gray.
The enraptured fascination—
Teeth of pure and shining pearls—
What I did won’t bear repeating—
Not to other enyious girls—
Till the red lights from the cabin
Flashed up to our IridiDg place,
And I held my sister Polly
In a close and fond ambrace.
"Oh, yon naughty boy !” she whispered,
Laughing till her dimpled cheek
Flushed with color like the roses ;
But, surprised, 1 could not speak ;
When, with such a merry twinkle,
Breaking the seraphic spell,
Came another peal of laughter,
“Ned, don’t —neyer—never tell !”
“Such familiar games,” I muttered,
Feeling just a tiifle cowed
With my brilliant situation,
“Never ought to be allowed !”
Then she answered, with a sly wink,
Aud a sweet, confiding pat,
“Ned, what patent institution
Taught you how to hug like that ?”
THE MANIAC CHEMIST
Years had passed since I had
seen the metropolis of America —
New York. I reached the city
the morning of the 23d of may,
1556, and arriving at the house of
my Iriend, Richard Carver, I
fonnd a piece of crape tied to the
knocker.
“Who is dead ?” was my men
tal questiou, as, hesitating not,
I opened the door and eutered
ihe parlor, where I found Mr.
Carver and his wife sobbing as
though their hearts was breaking
Mine was a silent greeting, and I
soon learned the cause of my
friends’ distress —Carlotta, their
only child, lay shrouded for the
tomb in the room over my
head.
She had died the evening pro
ceeding my arrival, of a strange
disease, after an illness of a few
short hours. Alive iu the morn
ing—laughing at the breakfast
table; but at night dead —her
sinless soul in the heaven of
eternal rest. With slow steps I
accompanied the grief-stricken
father up stairs, aud we stood by
the coffin which contained the
form of his beloved Carlotta.
She looked very beautiful, even
in the sleep of death —her face
wore a smile as if given in re
onse to the beckonings of an
,,wis. Her golden hair lay upon
her white robed breast, crossed
by her snow-white hands. I laid
my T hand upou the beautiful tres
ses, inwardly wishing that I
might become the possesosr of
one.
At that moment Mr. Carver, ae
if divining thoughts, stoopped,
severed one of the Jocks of the
lovely dead, and placed it in my
hand.
“Mark,”he said, “I am about to
ask of you a favorhere be
brushed ibe tears from his eyes.
“Someone must watch to night,
and I wish that you perform that
duty—you were a friend to poor
Carlotta.”
I told him I accepted the trust.
He thanked me,and covering the
the cold face again, we rejoined
his agonized wife below. Time
passed gloomily enough till
nightfall, when, taking several
books and a lamp, I made my!
way to the chamber of death.!
After looking upon tiie face of
Carlotta, I set the lamp upon the
table and seated ravself near
it.
I soon found that the books I;
had brought along were uninter
esting—l had taken them at ran
dom from the parlor table- and
that they would not keep me
awake. I laid them aside, and
picking up the lamp, began
searching the room for others.
On the top-most shelf of a
clothes-press I encountered a vol
ume entitled “Philosophy of Life,
Death and Immortality,” and
with it resumed my seat. Upon
the fly-leaf of the book I saw in
delicate letters the name of her
who was so near me and so still,
and I resolved lo read the book
for her sake. Soon 1 was deeply
interested, and page after page
my eyes devoured.
By and by I heard footsteps in
the hall, aud I knew my sorrow
ing friends were seeking their
room lor Lira purpose of retiring.
At last I read the last sentence of
the old volume, closed it, and
fell back on the rocking-chair in
a sort of doze. I was only in a
semi unconscious state, for 1
heard tlio rattle of vehicles over
the stony streets, and the ioua
voices of those goiug home ward
from the theaters. Before clos
ing my eyes I had turned the
light low, and objects in the
room were thereby rendered
somewhat indistinct.
1 cannot say how long I re
mained in my lethargic sleep,
when 1 heard steps ascending the
stairs. The footsteps were those
of someone divested of shoes. I
roused myself and listened.
The steps approached.
“O, ’tis only Mr. or Mrs. Car
ver coming to lake a looking
look at Carlotla,” 1 mused.
“They think 1 sleep, and move
easily so as not to disturb me.”
Presently the door opened and
the person entered the room. By
the dim light 1 saw the outlines
of a man. He went over to the
coffin and began to lift Carlotta
from it.
The body was partially lifted
from the coffin, when 1 turned the
light up and it flashed upon the
intruder. The dead fell from his
arms and he stood erect. He
was not Mr. Carver, but a stran
ger to my sight. He was nearly
as tall as I, and his arms told me
' that he had the strength of the
Nemean lion. His hair was
brushed behiud his ears, and his
eyes—oh, those dark, flashing
orbs —told me that I faced a mad
man. I trembled as the truth
flashed upon my brain. I was
alone and unarmed with tiie
dead and the insane, and all
probability 1 would have to fight
the latter for the former.
In vain I tried to look those
eyes down —they continued to
glare into mine. Then I thought
I might calm the madman by
words.
“This is a beautiful Diglit my
friend.” I began, trying to carry
his thoughts away from tjie
dead.
“Yes ; the star? shine like her
eyes did once,” and he pointed to
poor. Carlotta.
I was at a loss how lo proceed.
The next moment he strode for
ward and cried:
“Birt she is dead. They killed
her because they hated her. Bhe
shall be mine ibough, for all that.
I possess a liquid that can bring
the dead to life. The liquid was
sent to me from the spirit land
beyond the grave ; the angels—
those who hurled Satan over the
battlements of Heaven—brought
it to me a thousand years ago. 1
will restore my Carlotta, and
then the angels of Heaven nor
the fiends of hades cannot tear
her from me, I defy them.”
He again turned to the coffin
and laid his hands upon the
dead.
“Let (hem burj* her,” I s<ud,
softly as 1 couid. “Then she will
r come and live with you forever, i
I will watch ahd see liial no one
harms her. Depart to your home
and piepare for the bridal !”
“Let them bury* her! ’ he re
peated, gnashing his teeth- “You
watch herl No! oy the lake of
sin ! She is mine; we • were mar
lied in Heaven; onr marrirge is
recorded in the Lamb : s book-
Yes, Carlotta, I will take thee
away.”
I stood for a moment motion
less, but not idle. 1 was determia
ed to defend my charge; to save
the dead from being carried off by
ike maniac. 1 looked around the
room lor weapons. A heavy
hickory cane stooa within my
reach, and eagerly l grasped it.
The madman's face was turned
from me, aud with npraised
weapon 1 approached him. Soon
I was near enough I paused to
strike, when he suddenly turned,
I aud with a shriek sprang at me. I
| struck, however, nut the blow fell
' upon his shoulder.
Tneu we met and clinched in a
struggle of life anu death. I ex
pected aii my strength, anu we
wayed from one end oi me room
to lire other. Why did not Mr.
Carver come lo my assistance i
Surely he heard tits noise our
struggling occasioned, but no
help came. The breath of my
antagonist seemed flumes as it
touched my lace, and sooner
than I had thought I was borne
to the floor, where I lay weak
and completely in his power. He
bent over me and took from his
pocket avail, the contents of
which 1 saw at a glance were
prussic acid. I saw his object
and the speedy death in store for
me.
I tried to scream, but my effort
produced nothing but a whisper,
which made the fiend grin tri
umphantly. {suddenly he seized
the caue and thrust one end of it
into my mouth, to prevent me
closing it against the poison, lie
then uncorked the vial and grad
ually lowered it.
Was there no help; Mr. Carver
and his wife must be imitatin the
the seven sleepers. Thus 1 thought
at that draadful hour. The pois
on was within reach oT mv lips.
My prayers (the first I had said
for years) were going aloft, when
a noise near the coffin attracted
maniac’s attention, and he sprang
lo his feet aud strode thither.
He seemed to forget me, for he
began handling Carlotta again.
His movements were slow, and I
watched him with my strength
slowly returuiug. At last, the
coffin was tenaotless, and its ten
aut, lay on the floor. The mani
ac stooped and began to rear
range the dis rdered grave
clothes prepara *y to bearing
her away.
“Yes.” he said aloud, address
ing the dead, “I will restore thee
to life. We will live in Heaven
forever, then. We will be happy.
I will be King and thou shall be
)ueen. How grand- Carlotta. I
VOL VII. KOl 30 .
will hurl Jupiter end Juno from
their thrones and we will occupy
them. Hal ha!”
By Ibis time I felt my strength
fully regained, and, grasping the
cane, cautiously regained my
feet. I stood upright a moment
without attracting the maniac’s
attention ; then I sprang forward
and bronght the heavy cane with
all my might down upon bis un
protected head. He sank to the
door, the blood trickling down
his forehead like great beads.
He was insensible.
I placed Carlotta in her coffin,
and hurried down stairs to the
chamber Mr.Carver and bis wife’s
which I found with some difficul
ty, for it was in & distant part of
the house. I wondered not they
heard not the madman’s shriek,
or our struggle succeeding it. In
a few moment I related my story
aud, accompanied by Mr. Carver,
I returned to thd" room, where we
fond the maniac in the poeiUoa
I bad left him. We dressed his
wound, secured him with ropes,
and the following morning be
was taken to a lunatic asylum
from which he had escaped.
From my friend 1 learned that
the maiimau was named William
Comstock, and was a chemist by
profession. He had loved the
beautiful Carlotta, and upon her
refusal to wed him became in
! sane. After being an inmate
| of the asylum a week he effected
j his escape, aud all search lor him
I was fruitless. It was supposed
j that when he heard of her death
—which he did by means un
known to any person but him
self—his crazy brain conceived
the plan of stealing her from her
! coffin.
| Boor Carlotta Wes buried, and
; as I stood by the grave; I recaTl
jed the scenes oi the past night,
| and shuddered when l thought
i now near death I bad been,
j Had not a rat made a noise in
; :iie dresser. 1 wiiuiu not ba ve met
: > ou 10-dav, reader.
I have sal up wall the
since, but uol atuiie ; and wn .%•
ever 1 am summoned lo suett du
ties I inquire if any asylum have
lost any of their inmates lately.
That is what streaked my hair
with silver.
■ * ■
Worth Knowing.
A cubit is two feet.
A pace is three feet.
A fathom is six feet.
A palm is three inches.
A league is three miles.
There are 2,750 languages.
A great cubit is eleven feet.
Two persons die every second.
A barrel of ice weighs 900 lbs.
A barrel of pork weighs 300 lbs.
A barrel ot flour weighs 196 lbs.
Bran twenty pounds per bush
el.
Sound moves 743 miles per
hour.
A square mile contains 640
acres.
An acre coataius 4,840 square
yards.
Oats, iortv two pounds per
bushel.
Barley, thirty-eight ponnds per
bushel.
A hand (horse measure) is four
inches.
A spau is feu and seven-eights
inches.
A riffle ball moves 1,000 miles
per hour.
Buckwheat, fifty-two pounds
per bushel.
Electricity moves 228,000 miles
per hour.
The first lucifer match wss
made iu 1529.
A firkin of butter weighs fifty
six pounds.
Coarse salt, eighty-five pounds
per bushel.
A tub of butter weighs eighty*
four pounds.
The average human life is thir
ty three years.
