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WAVEELY MAGAZINE.
'lbis popular periodical lias six
teen large pages, size 11 by 15
inches, set in small type, and
coulains double the reading of
any other weekly literary paper
in the country. It will contain no
Advertisements, but be filled
with Stories, Music, Poetry, An
ecdotes, Enigmas, &c. The Mu
sic will consist of Anthems, Songs,
Dances, and Marches, which in
one year will be worth at least
$12.00. It is the cheapest and
best Family Paper in America.
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WAYEKLY MAGAZINE,
Lock Box 172, Boston, Mass.
THE FAMOUS
EDISON
I SiSS Musical
Telephone.
Toil can Laugh, Talk, Ping and Play
Tunes tbreugh it at a long distance. Chil
dren that can read figures can play tunes
at once." The tone is equal to any Flute
or Clarionet. No knowledge of music re 1
qnired to play it. To enable any one,
without the slightest knowledge of In
strumental Music, to perform at once bn
the Instrument, we bavfe prepared a se
ries of tunes embracing all the popular
Airs, printed in simple figures on cards
10 suit the Instrument, at a convenient
distance from the month-piece, 60 that it
can be easily read,and by means of which
any one,without the least musical knowl
edge, can perform on this Instrument and
play tunes at, sight. Persons a little fa
miliar with airs can play hundreds of
limes without a'nv cards whatever. The
Musical Telephone is more-wonderful
than the Speaking Telephone as It does
all that it will do besides instructing per
sons who do not tinder stand .notes to
to olay tunes. “N. Y. Sun.” The Mu
sical Telephone is recognized ns one of
the most novel inventions of the age.
"N ■Y, Herald.” Price $2.50 Price bv
mail postage paid and registered $3.00.
No instrument sent by mail without be
ing registered Send money by P. O.
order or legist, red letter.
SPECIAL NOTICE,—The Musi :alTel
ephone can only he purchased of the
manufacturers. The EDISON MUSIC
CO., 215 aud 217 Walnut. Street, Philadel
phia, Pa., or through their several branch
houses throughouTthe United States.
11 31mm
YOU CAN FLAY ON THE
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EDISON’S
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.Millions of our pieces now in use. Never
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Complete in instructions, with seven
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of Edison’s Mtwieal Triepoone's register
ed by mail. Wfien ordering please men
tion the paper yew saw ibis advertise
ment In. r
Edison Music Cos.,
215 & 217 Walnut Street,
PHILADELPHIA, PA.
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BS. queen at.. Lancaster. Pa., Cor. 9th
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20TH YEAR 111 UjfS
favorite and national family paper, * The
Star Spangled Banner, begins its 20th
year, .Tan. 1882. Established 1S(13. The
Banner is the oldest and most popular pa
per of its class. Every Dumber contains
S large pages, 40 long columns, with
many Comic, Humorous and Attractive
Engravings. It is crowded full of the best
Stories, Poetry, Wit, Humor, Fun,—mak
ing a paper to amuse and instruct old ami
young. It exposes Frauds, Swindlers and
Cheats and eveiy. line is amusing, instruc
tive, or entertaining. Everybody needs
it, 50,000 now read it, and at only 50 cis.
a year it is by far the cheapest, most pop
ular paper printed. For 76 els. six fide
silver teaspoons arc sent witli the Banner
one year. Fifty otlifr superb premiums.
Semi 10 cents for three months trial trip,
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ncr a whole year. Specimen free. Send
now. Address, BANNER PTJIVO CO.,
I Hinsdale. N. 11.
“A Map of Busy Life—lts Fluctuations and its Vast Concerns.”
ELLIJAY, GA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1882.
"HE CAEETH.’’
mm * mm mm .
What can it mean ? Is it anght to Him
That the nights are long and the days are
dim ?
Can He be touched by the greats I bear,
Which sadden the heait and writen the
liair ?
About His throne are eternal calms,
And bliss unruffled by any strife—
How can He care for my little life ?
And yet I want Him to care for me
While I lire in this world where the Eor-.
rows be 1
When the lights die down from the path I
take,
Wiien strength is feeble, and friends for-,
sake,
When lore and music that once did blew
Have lett me to silence and lonlinese,
And my life-song changes to sobbing
prayers—
Then my heart cries out for a God who
cares.
When shadows hang over the whole day
long,
And my spirit is bowed with shame and
wrong,
When I am not good, and the deeper shade
Of concious sin makes my heait afraid.
And the busy world has too much to do
To stay in its. course t(> help me through,
And 1 long for a Savior—can it be
That the God of the universe cares for me?
O, wonder'll! story of deathless love 1
Each child is dear to that Heart above ;
He fights for me when 1 cannot fight,
ne comforts me in the g’oora of night,
He lifts the burden, for Ho is strong,
He stills the sigh, and awakes the sods ;
The sorrow that bowed me down He bears
And loves aud pardons because He cares.
Let all who are sad take heart again.
W e are not alone in our hours of pain ;
Our Father stoops from His throne above
To soothe and quiet us with His love ;
He leaves us not when the storm is high.
And we safety, for He is nigh,
Can it be truble which be doth share ?
O, rest in peace, for the Lord will care 1
MAY’S MISSION.
Pretty Mary Browning sat in
tier own little room in her moth
er’s cottage, with pep, paper and
i -,k spreed before her,and though
Her eyes were intently gazing
through the open window she saw
neither the bright flowers iu the
carefully trimmed little garden
nor the fleecy clouds sailing in
the blue sky on the distant hori
zon, nor heard the low buzz ol
the bee fliltiug from rose to rose,
nor the loud song of the robin to
his mate. The sun glinted her
hair with flecks of gold, the sum
mer breeze caressed her temples,
but for once the girl was deaf and
blind to all save onfe great pur
pose, one, absorbing thought.
A week before she had met
Vernon Wilbur. Picnics were' a
favorite summer dissipation in
the quiet little country town
where was Mary Browning's
home, and it was at one of these
fate had thrown her and Vernon
Wilbur together. He was a
stranger, spending a few weeks
at the small hotel in the village,
which occasionally attracted sum
mer guests.
At first something in his light
blue eyes had repelled rather
than attracted her; but as they
sauulered together through one
of the leafy paths, and he had
told her how as soon as he had
seen her he had wished and ask
ed to be presented to her, and
confided to her how few people
in the world pos; e sed for him
the subtle chord of sympathy,she
began to believe she had done
him gross injustice,and was quite
convinced she never before had
met so charming a man.
Of course tilts sweeping asser
tion did not include Dick Travers,
for she and Dick were engaged to
bo married. Indeed, Dick talked
of the fall as the proper time for
the wedding to take place.tliough
as yet she had not given her con
sent to such speed.
y ho knew now that it was im
possible, for in this one short
week she and Mr. Wilbur had
hold many long confidential
talks. He hid told her that, he
wrote,and was a poet—that every
one in life should have a mission,
and that he was quite sore she
could make her name famous by
her pen—that he saw the inspira
tion of poetry in her eyes.
If his words were true she had
wonderful difficulty in getting
ihe inspiration any further than
her eyes, for it was at tins task
she was occupied on lliis lovely
July day.
“May !” called her mother’s
voice. “Will you come down,
dear, and help me shell the pens?
It is wash day, you know, and
Mary has not time.”
Shell the peas! Oh, what a
fall from, the clouds!
And May, usually so bright and
ready, slowly pul away her writ-*
ing materials, and, with a decided
pout on the sweet, red lips, slow
ly.descended the stairs.
Her task finished, a sudden
shadow fell athwart 1 lie widow,
through which was thrust a hand
some, close-cropped heand, aiul
two laughing, brown eyes sur
veyed (he interior, while a cheery
voice broke the silence.
“I’ve come to .take you for a
drive, May. It’s 100 lovely a day j
for indoors. Come, g*et your hat,
dear, and let us be off.’*
“Not to-day, thanks, Dick!"
she answered, indifferently. “It
was very kind in you to come,
but I’ve something I particularly
wish to do this afternoon.”
“Not drive, May ! Why, what
is to be done ? I w ill wait for
you a litt !e if ii is imp irtai t ”
“Don’t wait. I can’t go.’*
“I've hardly seen anything of
you for a week, May. Last night
that fellow Wilbur deliberately
out stayed me. He’d have had
harder work, but that lie made
me mad and jealous. How can
you tolerate him, May ? Tft ere
isn't an inch of real manhood
about him, and yet you smile on
him, and encourage him to say
until I coull stand it no longer,
and l*ft him a free fn Id.”
“We saw your temper, Dick.
You need not recur to it. Mr
Wilbur said it was greatly to be
regretted you were so rash aud
hot-headed.”
“Mr. Wilbur 1 Confound him!
What right has lie to express any
opinion of me to you ? It you
loved me, May, you would not
have listened to it.”
For all reply the girl exasper
atingly shrugged her shoulders,
and rose to put away the peas.
When she turned baek the face
at the window had gone. Fear
ful ol giving her another illustra
tion of his much lo be regretted
disposition he had sought refuge
in flight ; and she was once more
free to seek the room which
henceforth Vernon Wilbur had
told her would appear in his eyes,
though they never had beliehl it,
as the enshrined bower of a po
etess.
An hour passed and only four
lines were imprinted on (he
sheet ; but of these meter and
rhythm were quite perfect, and
ligr heart beat high in exultation.
When again her mother's voice
recalled her to tills mundane
sphere—this time, however, to
announce a visitor —Mr. Vernon
Wilbur was below.
Very, very pretty May looked,
as with flushed cheeks and
bright eyes she ran down to meet
him. IDs light blue orbs dilated
at the picture,
“1 have come to ask you to
take a stroll with mo," be said, in
his weak, low voice. “Such days
as this are inspirational, aud I am
sure in every bush and tree you i
will find lurking some now and j
beautiful thought,”
Ah, if Dick had bui-#shed her
to go out to seek inspiration she
might have responded with as
much alacrity as now 1
So it happened that, returning
from his lonely drive, h little re-
pern ant for bit hastiness, and
ready to blame his own jealous
and impetuous temper for unjust
suspicion, he saw directly in front
of him two figures slowly stroll
ifig along.
He was not long in recognising
them both, and a great, hot wave
of indignant anger surged up to
iiis face. He was wonderfully i
tempted to leap otil in front of
them, aud by a vigorous applica
tion of h:s whip teach this miser
able pretender a lesson he would
not soon forget. But he resisted
the temptation and drove on,
deigning them as he passed, nei
ther word nor glance } but May,
catching a glimpse of bis faee,felt
a sadden fear.-
She had never seen Dick-dear
old Dick—wear that look before,
aud Mr. Wilbur, for lire rest of
their walk, found her very silent,
and it is to be leared that neither
from tree nor shrub hot the radi
ant sunset did she gailier inspira
tiofi. Aud though Mrs. Brown
i.ig’jg delicious teas were iar more
inviting than the repast spread
at the hotel, he was not
to enter in and feast. Yet May
j had condemned herself thereby
I to a long, lonely evening.
! If Dick had come in all might
j have been explained; but
I Dick, while and miserable, was
bending over his desk writing a
letter, which, though favoring
notlfing of poetry, cost him as in
finite labor as all-her inspirations.
Many a sh .el lie began and never
finished, before, at last, a few
curt lines, which almost hid the
pain their birth had given him
were left to stay and reach their
destination.
Next morning May found them
behind her breakfast plate. These
were all tlie words they contain
ed :
“I have been biit . May, but I
see now. 1 know n.-w why you
could not drive with nte yester
day. and why you let nte g
away the mgiit before. You'i
forgive me that I didn't recognize
the truth you have tried to tt*l•
in everything but speech, and so
the sooner given you back your
freedom, if you’ll keep the few
gifts I have sent y#u, I should be
very glad, for they are hateful
enough iu my sight, and Ihe
weather is somewhat 100 warm to
bniid a funeral pyre.'’
This was all. But for the last
phrase, both of tire great bitter
ness of a young heart, May might
have relented and sent a few
lines which would hate brought
her lover to her feet; but they
hardened her.
Within an hour she had gather
ed together every token of his
love \ then slipping from her
finger the pearl ring which bad
betokened their engagement, she
put that with the rest, and dis
patched them to him without a
word.
“Mr. Wilbur says that every
woman has a mission,” she told
herself, lest she should fancy her
heart ached. ‘‘Nothing now need
interfere with my work. I shall
write a great poem j I can make
my own experience its founda
tion. and so send it-iuto the world
to teach other women mail’s per
fidy.
“I have broken my engage
ment,' 7 she said that evening to
Mr. Wilbur, whew he cal let! but
the shadows hid the sudden flash
of triumph m his light, s eely.
eyes.
It was strange, she thought, as
the days wore on, but Vernon
Wilbur's attraction for her had
fled. Somehow lie wearied her.
C>fie wished lie would not come
so often ; but she did not care to
offend him, lor he was to give
her the name of the editor to
whom her precious poem, ‘ now
rapidly approaching completion,
was to be instructed. At last she
had put to it the final eo rection,
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the last stop, signing her initial*
With infinite precision ntid care.
She had tasted some of the first
fruits of future triumphs! when
she had read it to him in its com*
pieled form, and he had listened
with upturned eyes and bated
breath.
“Your mission soon will be ful
filled,” he said to her ; “but oh,
May, what might we not accom
plish together—two such poetic
minds! I would not separate
you from your mother, dear, if
you would become my wife ; but
here, in this pretty collage, we
would be happy together. May I
hope, my love* Will yon east
your lot with me ?
But may had fled shuddering
from las extended arms } aud a
few hours later there followed
him to his hotel the hastily
scrawled note, which he read,
cursing his fate, since the pretty
nest lie had so carefully striven
for, he learned, all iuxrionsly
feathered as it was, never might
be his. Betmiiess and lore lorn
he must again return to toil for
daily bread, too much time hav
ing been squandered in a vain
pursuit for food and shelter, with
the necessary accompaniment of
a wile.
There was now nothing left Ur
May but to find consolation in
her mission.
VYith trembling hands but
hopeful heart site dispatched her
poem to its destination.
Days merged into weeks and
she heard nothing from it, until
it last she sent a tiny note ask
ing for some news of it. The re
ply was very brief. .
Her sacred work had long
fince been consigned to the waste
japer basket, condemned as rub
bish. and ui^re turned to her for
want of return postage.
i’he blow wa terrible. She had
iot even kept a copy, and nevef
■bold she gather up courage to>
make a second effort.
With the heartless letter to her
iamb she flew to the woods,-
where secure from inlerrtfptioir
she might fling herself face cfoim
ward upon the sward and sob owl
some of her heart’s grief.
So wrapped Was she in her own
misery that she heard no step ap
proaching until someone called
her name.
It was Dick, her lover, who
stood beside her. Ah, her lover
now no longer 1
“May I" he said. “What is it*
child ? Will you tell ? Poor ht
>le girfl What is troubling you? r
The tone was more than she
could bear. How it happened she
•fid not know, but in a moment
she found herself sobbing, nor
tears of wretchedness, but learn
of joy ; for Dick’s arms were
about her and her he*d was on
Dick’s Ire art.
She tried then lo make him
under some of her humiliating
confession ; but he would not
listen to ft, only a few days fater
he came to her, with a roguish
smile on his face, and held up be
fore her a Tittle slip of paper.
ft was an advertisement in dog
gerel verse, for some potent
tooth-wash.
“This in one of Mr. Y’ernon
Wilbur’s poems," he fold her.
not a very lucrative
occupation, since he has left the
hotel a mouth in arrears for luff
board.”
But seeing the quick fears of
mortification start to May's eyes
he bent and kissed them away.
But in long after years the girl
learned that only her false mis
sion in life had tailed her, anil
her true mission of
a loving wife and tender mothef
Trail met its richest and its fullert
eomyleliioi.