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o. C. HORNE,
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<tljc Eastman
THE BEWITCHING WIDOW.
BY MATTIE DYER BRITTS
Just before dark one evening. Tom
t mtena came into the little office
\vl <re Frank W orthin ton kcot his
<:i sty law books and helped h nisei ft o
a chair and a cigar, with a quiet niake
yonr-selbat-home sort ot coolness
which showed him no stranger to the
pro mises.
4 Well, Frank, said he, “we got
through the last case to-day, and I'm
ready to he off home to-morrow. You
promised to go home with me remem
ber.’
‘You can hi* ready by morning?’
‘Oh, yes ! It won’t take long to
pack my kit. I haven’t any Saratoga
trunk to till with flounces and furbe
lows’
‘All right, then. We shall have a
cousin of my mother’s to go down
with us ’
‘The deuce we shall ? Tom, if its a
girl I won’t go, by George ! I got
enough rf traveling with girls last
sumrri -r.’
‘You will go ! I’ll never forgive you
if you don’t.’
‘ls the cousin of the femcnine persua
sion V
‘Yes,’ but she’s not a girl. She is a
sedate widow lady, who goes down to
make an annual visit to us every
Christmas.
‘Oh, that alters the case ! One of
those motherly, midule aged ladies
who makes a fellow look respectable,
as if he was traveling w r ith his. moth
er ! T
Tom repressed an inclination to
laugh, and replied, soberly :
‘Yes ; no doubt Mrs. Cameron will
appear like a mother to both of us.’
‘Mrs. Cameron. A good, old, respec
table name,’ repeated Frank.’ ‘Has
she money, Tom ?’
‘Well—yes, a fair little fortune.’
‘And you may stand a chance in her
will.’
‘Possibly.’
‘‘ies. \\ ell, my boy, you are quite
right to be attentive to vonr mother’s
elderly relations. No doubt Mrs.
Cameron will be an addition to our
journey.*
‘Decidedly ;’ said Tom, feeling it
about time for him to get out of that
office, where he could indulge in the
laugh lie had reasons for wanting, and
rising as he spoke. ‘You’ll meet us
at the depot at seven in the morning V
EASTMAN, DODGE COUNTY, GA., WEDNESDAY, OCT. 8, 1873.
Selected Poetry.
‘I will.’
‘Sharp seven, remember !’
‘Yes. And time and railroad cars
wait for no man or woman either, de
pend on me Tom, and just look after
Miat elderly cousin.*
'l’ll do it. Good night, then.*
‘Good night, old fellow.*
And as Tom went out, Frank arose
and began to put his office in order to
make some preparations for his Christ
mn* f journey.
He meant to be very early next morn
ing, but overslept himself, and reach
ed the depot only five minutes before
train time. He went hastily into the
ladies’ room, supposing Tom would be
there with Mrs. Cameron. The room,
jhowever, had but one occupant—a
bright-faced lady, in a stylish black
and white traveling suit, with a while
plume drooping over a coquettish black
hat. She turned a pair of saucy
brown eyes upon Frank, as he enter
ed, glanced around and beat a hasty
retreat.
‘Whew ! what a pretty girl, glad I
don’t have her to dangle after, and
wait on, though,’ thought he. ‘Where
the dickens is Tom ?’
He hunted through the crowd and
just as the train was starting, found
Tom on the platform.
Oh, here you are. Be quick now !
hailed Tom, ‘I thought ypu were about
to give me the slip after all.*
‘No danger ; 1 slept late, that’s all.’
They went in the car, and the pon
dc rous wheels rolled off, and as they
opened the door, Frank got a glimpse
of the pretty girl with a white plume,
seated inside.
‘Did your cousin come ?’ he asked
of Tom.
‘Yes ; I’ll introduce you.*
Tom marclv'd straight down the nar
fiow aisle to tli.it very gin’s seat, and
ar> she rose, with a bewitching smile,
Tom introduced :
‘Mrs. Canu-ron, this is frie.d, Mr.
Worthington. My cousin Kate Cam
eron, Frank.’
Poor Frank ! you might have knock
ed him down with a knitting needle.
But he was gentleman enough to stam
mer some response to the beautiful
lady’s courteous greeting, and try to
recover from his confusion as best he
might.
Half an hour later, he and Tom
stood together on the car platform, and
then his wrath bad vent.
‘Tom Courtcna, I’ll never forgive
you !’
‘You will. I had to deceive you, so
that you wouldn’t act like a fool, and
disappoint me of your visit. But Kate
will neither eat you up nor fall in
love with you, so you needn’t be scar
ed.’
‘Don’t expect me to pay attention to
her.’
‘Hold oil there ! bhe hasn’t given
you a chance yet. Kate’s quite a bell
jn city society, and awful particular
in her company. Sad dogs like you
and I, wouldn’t stand a ghost of a
chance.’
‘Humph ! I don’t know that she
could do better !’ growled Frank, in
stantly, with man's usual contrariness
taking the opposite track
‘She might think so. I am going
to the smoking-car, Frank. Come
along ?
‘No, I don't care about smoking
now.
‘All right ; just look after Kate till
I come back—that's a good fellow !
Now, Fr-nk had not the leas* inten
tion of looking after Kate, but when
he approached her seat she looked up
with such a frank, pleasant smile, and
moved her shawl from the opposite
seat to make room for him with such a
cordial air, that tie could not resist the
temptation to sit down and enjoy her
society.
Not much of it did he get, however,
for, after that first pleasant reception,
Mrs. Kate betook herself to her book
again and never even looked at him.
By way of revenging himself, Frank
looked at her and the prettier she
grew.
She a widow, he thought. She's
not a day over one and twenty, if she's
that, I wonder if she T mi's sweet
heart ?
And strange to say, this reflection
made Frank feel like grinding hie teeth
at the unconscious Tom, calmly enjoy
ing his cigar in the smoking car.
The journey passed off without any
special incident, and without Mrs.
Kate troubling Frank, in the least, for
any attention.
At the station they found Black Boh
awaiting them, with the big sleigh,
and a few minutes breezy sleigh ride
brought them safely to the door of
Tom's home. If Frank had found
Kate Cameron pretty in her hat and
traveling wrAps, when she took them
off, and showed the slight form, with
its graceful curves and arches, he
thought her bewitching. Of course,
he didn't care anything about her ;
but, some way, it was a great relief
to find a certan pretty little Minnie
Brown, who was one of the holiday
party, unmistakably occupying the
position as Tom‘s sweetheart, ane.
putting Kate out of the question.
Before they had been there three
days, Frank began to have an uncom
fortable sensation under the left of his
vest whenever Kate was near ; and,
Sunday morning when she came down
dressed in a bewildering suit of blue
velvet ready for church, he quite gave
up, and owned to himself that he lov
ed every inch of her, from the heels
of her tiny hoots to the tips of her lit
tle blue • loves.
Mrs. Kate was sharp enough very
speedily to see hoiv the land lay ; but
she never gave one sigh that she car
ed a straw for him ; arid Frank tor
mented himself daily with hopes and
fears, after the usual fashion of lovers,
The holiday visit was to close with
a grand party on New Year's Night,
and all the young people in the neigh
borhood were invited in to assist in the
merry making.
Late in the evening, a silent figure
sat by the library fire, having stolen
away from the revelers below stairs to
indulge in a moment's quiet reverie.
Presently trie door was softly opened,
and the faint light glittered on Kate
Cameron's blue robes, as she came for
ward and addressed the figure in the
chair :
Why, Tom, old fellow, what is the
matter ? Have you got a fit of the
blues ?
A deep sigh was her only answer.
Why, dear, dear, its worse than I
thought ? laughed Kate Have you
been quarreling with Minnie Brown ?
Tell me all about it ?
And with cousinly freedom, she laid
her hand on his head.
The little hand was quickly impris
oned and carried to the lips of the si
lent figure ; and then Kate stopped,
and looked into the face, not of her
cousin Torn, but Frank Worthington.
She gave vent to a low exclamation
and wou'd have fled instantly, but
Frank took good care to hold fast to
his little, white prisoner and detain
her.
It isn't Tom, but don't go, he plead
ed. Stay with me, Mrs. Cameron—
dear Kate ! Tom don't luve you half
so well as I do !
How do you know ? whispered Kate
shyly.
Because Tom only loves you as a
cousin, and I—oh Kate, I love you
better than rny life !
But you have known me such a lit
tle while.
Yes—and might never have known
you at all it Tom, trie messed old boy,
hadn't deceive me, and made me be
lieve it was an old lady who was to
come down with us.
I know—Tom told me all about it,
laughed Kate.
Did he ? But you will forgive me,
Katy darling, because I love you so,
and learn to love me a little, won’t
you ? pleaded Frank, boldly throwing
one arm around her, and drawing her
down by his side.
I'm afraid I have learned that al
ready, whispered she, frankly.
And then—but then neither you nor
I, readers dear have any business lis
tening to love secrets in the fire light
ed library, so 1 won't tell you what
then.
But I will tell you that, when next
New Year's came, Frank and the be
witching widow were visiting at
Tom's again ; but she was a widow
no longer, and they called her Mrs.
Woruiingtou.
Bravo.
An exchange has the following inci
dent of the war :
A single shot, followed by a loud
shriek, told us that one of my best
men whose name was Bradley, was
wounded. He proclaimed his agony
with a loud voice, turned over on his
back, and commenced kicking so vig
orously that the surgeon had great
difficulty in getting in reach of him.
“Poor fellow,” said the doctor, as he
saw a thin whitish liquid oozing out,
“shot in the bladder.; I am afraid it’s
fatal,” and he commenced opening his
coat. ‘Oh, my God !” said Bradley,
“I’m a dead man ; I’ll never get over
it.”
“Keep up your spirits, my hoy ;
never say die,” said Capt. Johnson,
bending over him.
“Doctor,” said the wounded soldier
lreely, “will you write to my mother
and tell her that I died bravely doing
my duty, with my face to the foe, and
that I thought of her when I was dy
ing here ?”
“Yes, yes,” said the doctor, with dim
eyes and a husky voice, “I will write
to her and tell her, too,” but suddenly
springing to his feet with an indignant
and angry voice, added :
“Why, confound it, man, you are
not hurt a bit ; it’s only your canteen
that is shot, and that’s the water from
it ; get up, will you V
Bradley raised up slowly, felt him
self all over, and with exceedingly
foolish counternance, crawled back to
his position, amid the uprorious laugh
ter of the whole regiment.
For months after that, on the march
or in camp, and sometimes in the still
ness of the night, you would hear a
voice in one direction, demanding
“What shall I tell your mother?” and
perhaps half dozen responses would
be heard, “tell her I died with my face
to the foe,” and then “Canteen Brad
ley” would come out and angrily hunt
for the man that said it. He seldom
found him, but when lie did, there was
certain to be a fight.
Tlie Grissette.
It is a common remark among
strangers in France that about every
third man wears a uniform of some
kind, and is almost the case here in
Paris. Nearly all of these informed
men are forbidden by law to marry,
and belong to a class who have never
been taught to entertain such an
idea as pertaining to their future ex
istence. They have always found it
difficult to get food for themselves,
and hence have never entertained
such a preposterous idea as managing
and supporting a family. These
men have sisters who have alwavs
•j
recognized themselves as belonging to
a class who are never to know the
relation of husband and wife, such a
thought never enters the head of a
girl or boy belonging to the poorer
classes of Paris. Sometimes they
succeed in drawing themselves out
of their unnatural state of exist
ence. and aspire to higher things but
the great mass of them have fur gen
erations found that the chief aims of
life was bread and wine. Thev have
the natural passions of ordinary men
and women, hence the grisette. They
are not taught, even by their spiritual
counsellors, that there is any sin in
the life they lead, and are as punctual
in their church attendance as any
class in Paris. Nor are they regard
ed as degraded unless they fall still
lower and become professional courte
sans. They are considered as fulfill
ing their destiny and love, are beloved
as other mortals. Sometimes these
ties are permanent, but in the
mass of cases they are merely for a
time, and when broken anew one is
formed. Thus they pass through life,
and their children of whom they fur
nish the State about 18,000 per
annum, are sometimes kept and main
tained by themselves, buo oftenrer
passed over to the orphan asylums,
just as most of their mothers were
passed over in their early infancy
The grisette, it will thus be seen, is a
feature of Parisian society, that is re
garded as inevitable and being inevi
table, those who raise themselves out
of its slough are not deemed to have
been tainted or tarnished in character.
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Those who pass through life as griset
tes, are not regarded as ‘fallen angels/
but as women who are fulfilling their
sad and unfortunate destiny, and
whose chances for heaven are equally
as good as those whose lots are cast
in pleasanter ways. So long as youth
lasts they live a merry life. They
are the unfortunate victims of kings
craft, which requires standing armies,
and draws the youth of the country
away from the ordinary pursuits of
life and happiness. —Baltimore Amer
ican.
A Lesson for Grant & Ce.
r l he suspension of the Cookes, who
were highly favored by the Govern
ment and financial pets of the admin
istration, and who had made many
millions in the course of a few years
through the favor of the Treasury De
partment, ouglit to be a lesson to the
Government. Instead of squadering
money on speculative agents, who
have little power or credit except
that which their connection with the
Treasury gives them, the Govern
ment should manage its own financial
tranactions. Among other evils re
sulting irom tne war is that of en
riching a few favorites at the expense
cf the Treasury and the people. We
see the consequence of thus creating
millionare parvenus by the Govern
ment. There is no reason to appre
hend any serious effect from the Cooke
suspension, or from the few other
suspensions or failures that may
arise in consequence of that, to the
business or interests of the country
generally. The excitement probably
will soon subside, leaving only a
few wrecks of speculators and stock
jobbing firms. Jt is the talk and sen
sation of a day or so. The current of
trade will flow on smoothly, and our
merchants, traders and great produc
ing* population may smile at the
frenzy of the hour in Wall street. The
country is too prosperous and wealthy
to be seriously disturbed by the col
lapse of a few speculators or epheme
ral banking institutions.
HUMOROUS.
A Cincinnatti man on*his dying bed
remembered that his wife was smok
ing some hams, and he said: ‘Now,
Henrietta, don't go snuffing
and forget them hanis.‘
It is told of a young gentleman
whom a maiden liked, but her father
didn't, that at a reasonable hour the
old gentleman mildly intimated that
the time for retiring had arrived.
‘I think you are correct, my dear sir/
answered nineteenth century modestly
we have been waiting for over an
houHor you to put yourself in your
little bed.’ The father retired thought
fully.
A Texas woman whose husband is
a preacher, prides herself upon hia
Aoice. The oilier day a traveler
stopped at the parsonage, and observ
ing the prodecure of church service
in the church opposite, inquired who
was officiating. ‘lt’s my husband,
sir,’ assuming the perpendicular, and
bringing her fist down with a ringing
blow on the table, 'and just listen to
that whoop.’
The subject of impression at first
sight was being talked over in a
family circle, when the mother of the
family said: ‘I always form an idea
of a person on first sight, and gener
ally find it correct.’ ‘Mamma’ said
hoi youthful son. ‘JFell, my dear,
what is it?' ,1 want to know what
your opinion of me was when you
first saw me.’
i lie lady who tapped her husband
gently with a fan at the party the
other night, and said: ‘Love its grow
ing late, I think we had better go
home,’ is the same one who after
getting home shook the rolling pin
under his nose and said : ‘You infer
nal old scoundrel you, if you ever
look at that mean, nasty, calico-faced,
mackerel-eyed tiling that you looked
at to-night, I'll bust your head wide
open.'
The following is a copy of a notice
displayed in a field in South London :
"Ladies and gentlemen are requested
not to steal turnips. Other persons,
if detected will be prosecuted.”