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HAWKINSVILLE DISPATCH.
VOL. IX.
Professional Directory.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
JACOB WATSON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
WILL practice in the counties of Pu
laski, Dooly, Wilcox, Dodge, Tel
fair, Irwin and Houston. Prompt atten
tion given to all business placed in my
hands. S P I- gtl *
LUTHER A. HALL,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND BEAL ESTATE AGENT,
Eastman, Ga.
■\XTILL practice in all counties adjacent
VV to the M. & B. railroad, the Su
preme Court of the State and the Federal
Court of the Southern District of Georgia.
For parties desiring, will buy, sell or lease
any real eßtate, or pay the taxes upon the
same in the counties of Dodge, Laurens,
Wilcox, Telfair and Appling. Office in
the Court House. aprlstf
“ J. H. WOODWARD,
AT|OKN|Y AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
■xxriLli practice In the Superior Courts
W in the counties of Dooly, Worth,
Wilcox, Pulaski and Houston, and by
special contract in other courts. Prompt
attention given to collections. mch4tf
LEWIS LEE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL give prompt attention to all
business. Office at M. Stern’s
fitore. jan2B-lm
A. J. CONE,
attorney at law,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
Office at Mobley’s Store. feb2s-ly
O. C. HORNE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
Office on Commerce street. feblß-ly#
I* C. BYAN. J. B. MITCHELL.
RYAN & MITCHELL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW
AND READ ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL practice in the counties com
prising the Oconee Circuit, and in
the Circuit and District Courts of the
United States for the Southern District of
Georgia. fcblltf
' J. M. DENTON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
PRACTICES in the Brunswick Circuit
and elsowhero by special contract.
Office at residence, CofTee county, Oa. P.
O. address, Hazlehurst, M. & B. R. R.,
Georgia. ieb4tf
* W. IRA BROWN,
attorney at law,
Vienna, Ga.
PRACTICES in the Superior Courts of
Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere in the
State by special contract. Collections
and other business promptly attended
to 3-13-ly
I. L. TOOLE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vena, Ga. novl3tf
JOHN H. MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
PRACTICES in the Courts of Pulaski,
Houston. Dooly, Wliocx, Irwin,
Telfair, Dodge and Laurens. may-tf
"" CHARLES C. KIBBEE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL practice in the Circit't and Dis
trict Courts of the United States
tor the Southern District of Georga, and
in the Superior Courts of Houston, Dooly,
Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Jlrwin and
Dodge counties. June 291 y
JOHN P. DELACY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
EASTMAN, GA.
Will practice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dodge, Telfair, Laurens, Montgomery,
Wilcox, and Irwin, of the Oconee Circuit,
and Appling and Wayne, of the Bruns
wick Circuit.
Prompt attention given to all business
entrusted to his care. junl7 tf
PHYSICIANS & SURGEONS.
DRS. J. P. & W. R. HOLMES,
SURGEON DENTISTS,
(Successors of Dr. G. W. Emerson)
84 MULBURY ST., MACON, GA.
DRS. Holmes cure diseased gums or
scurvy, cure abscessed teeth, fill tectli
withoutliout pain, insert partial or full
sets of artificial teeth. Guarantee all
work. Prices reasonable. janl-ly
DR. H. V. JOHNSON,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
H
HAS removed his residence to Scar
borough House, where he may be
found at all hours when not at his office
or professsionally engaged. scpl7-tf
HO TEhS AND RES TA UR ANTS.
ELDER HOUSE,
COMMERCE STREET,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
THE undersigned [announces to his
friends that he has taken charge of the
hotci lately occupied by Mrs. Hudspeth,
and Will hereafter conduct it as a private
boarding-house; and will receive such
customers as he secs proper. Tho table
will be equal to that of any hotel in Ilawk
insville.
TERMS:
Single meals 50 cents
Board per day, (including lodging). .SI.OO
Day board pel month $16.00
W. M. ELDER.
jan7 If
Marshall House,
SAVANNAH, OA.,
A. B. LUCE, Proprietor.
BOARD—S3 a day.
inch 11 If
For One Dollar.
The Hawkinsville Dispatch will
be sent and the postage paid the bal
ance of 1875 for ONE DOLLAR, in
order to give subscribers an opportu
nity to begin with the first of anew
year.
It is reported that a weekly paper
devoted to the interests of the South
ern Methodist Church, and edited by
Dr. W. B. Harrison, with an able
corps of contributors, will soon be
started in Atlanta. Mr. R. R. Payne
will he the publisher.
Lee county has now two court
houses. Another judge is needed, as
it will take two judges six months to
dispose of the business on hand. So
the Americus Republican states.
Down on Liquor Traffic.
Wilkes and Polk counties secured
a little the stoutest anti-liquor law
that was passed during the last ses
sion of the Georgia Legislature. Un
der its terms no license to retail
liquors can be granted for less than
twelve months or for a less sum than
one hundred dollars; and no license
whatever can be granted outside the
limits of incorporated towns ex
cept upon the written consent of a
majority of the freeholders who are
voters that reside within three miles
of the place of retailing.
V -*-■-
Time Works Wonders.
Transfusion is a success. The veins
of an lowa lawyer were recently filled
with the fresh blood of a Durham
bull. The thing works like a charm.
He used to make people shed tears
by delivering eloquent Fourth of Ju
ly speeches, and now they shut him
up in a four-acre lot, where he bel
lows and paws the earth, but bothers
nobody.
Selling Wool.
Messrs. Harlow Clark anti Mr.
Burch, father of L. Burch,
of Dublin, sold thcilfHpl clippings
to Mr. Ashburn, of Eastman, a short
time ago, for $2,000, or SI,OOO apiece.
Mr. Hardy Allgood, also of Laurens,
sold his wool crop to the same party
for over S6OO. This little change
will enable these gentlemen to get
along comfortably until their cotton
crop comes in.— Irwinton Southerner.
Mr. John H. James, in giving his
experience at a Baptist revival meet
ing in Atlanta a short time since,
acknowledged that he offered the
Lord a half interest in a speculation,
but as be did not succeed in the op
eration he thinks the partnership was
not agreeable, ne says religion is a
good business investment, but you
must not promise too much. Make
your “speck” first and divide after
wards.—Savannah News.
The postmaster at Monticello, Ga.,
recently performed the feat of read
ing a letter without hearing its con
tents. An old woman who had nev
er been to school, got a letter one
day and asked the postmaster to
read it for her. She did not want
him to hear it, so she took a wad of
cotton out of her pocket and stuffed
his ears with it. She had him to
read the letter in a low voice, and was
perfectly satisfied that the reader
could not hear a word of it. This is
reported as an actual occurrence.
Sharp Tricks.
A couple of enterprising ‘Dutch
men’ “doing” the clothing business
in Atlanta, are interviewed by a cus
tomer in search of a coat. The senior
of the firm handles the now corner,
and soon finds “a first-class fit.” In
answer as to the price, the response is
“eighteen dollars.”
“Well, sir, I like your coat very
much, but don’t like the price.”
“Veil, mine frent, ze price is noth
ing so you like ze coat. We let you
take ’em at fifteen dollars 1”
The customer still complains of the
price, saying that fifteen dollars was
too much. This was too heavy for
the dealer, so taking the customer to
the extreme end of the store, and
drawing him into a dark corner, whis
pers in his ear:
“Mine frent, I let you have zat coat
for twelve dollar and a half.”
“Well, sir,” said the customer, “I
like your coat very much, and am
satisfied with the price, yet, I would
like to know why this mysterious
performance.”
“Veil, mine frent, you see dot lee
tle man dore ? He vas mine broder.
He got ze heart disease, und so help
me gracious,’if he vas to hear me tell
you I take twelve dollar und a half
for zat coat, he drop ded mit his
tracks.”
Chicago, July 19. —Incoming ves
sels give reports making it circum
stantially certain that the missing
balloon went into Lake Michigan and
the aeronauts were drowned.
Europe has five millions of soldiers
all ready lor fighting, with fifteen
thousand cannon and a million and a
quarter of horses. Its united fleets
consist of 2,039 vessels, manned by
280,000 sailors, and carrying 15,000
guns. The cost of these immense
armaments is five hundred and sixty
millions of dollars annually, three
fifths of the amount being consecra
ted to the armies.
HAWKINSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 29, 1875.
[Correspondence Dispatch.
Another Letter from
Canada.
Grand Okl Quebec—Lost Among
tlie Itocks—Rescued by an In
dian —Fishing for Salmon —Aw-
ful Grandeur of tlio Mountains
—A River 3,000 feet Deep-
White Seals—Monuments of
Brave Men—Canadian Beau
ties—Taking a Ride in the
Prince of Wales’ Turn-out-
Home of Queen Victoria’s
Father—Etc.
Quebec, Canada, July 9,1815.
Editor Hawkinsville Dispatch:
On our trip from Montreal, where
my last was mailed, down the St.
Lawrence—we only stopped an hour
here, preparing to go on the river—
it runs North, like the St. Johns,
Florida, while the weather was so
fine, the scenery becomes more grand
and beautiful as we go down. The
small, narrow farms, on either side,
being laid off like gardens, extending
back to the brow of the hills and
mountains for a mile or more. The
homes are built at the foot of the
hills, near the river, as a protection
from the cold, bleak winds that pre
vail here during their long winters.
Think of the thermometer being 40
degrees below zero, as it was here,
and at Montreal last winter. This
will render your condition more to be
envied, for though you are sweating
now, it will not last very long.
On approaching grand old Quebec,
I knew it without any information
from any one by its commanding and
impregnable position, and by its
wall—it being the only walled city
in Brittish North America. A few
miles below Quebec we get a fine
view of Montmorency Falls, of which
we will more freely speak on our re
turn. The scenery increases in in
terest as we advance, the river be
coming very wide, like an immense
lake—being from 20 to 29 miles wide
for a long, long way. Though like a
lake in immensity, it is quite swift.
After going down the river 134
miles, we come to the famous Sague
nay river, the deepest and most pic
turesque river in America. In some
places it is 3,000 feet deep. We
stopped over at l'adousac, a small
village at the confluence of Saguenay
and St. Lawrence. ’Tis the wildest
and most romantic spot to locate a
village that man could select, being a
narrow defile in the (rocky) moun
tains ; almost destitute oi any vegeta
tion ; only a few stunted spruce pine
and fir springing up in the crevices
of the hard, cold rocks.
In our strolling around, Col. Kib
bee and myself got off the beaten
track and had to get an Indian with
his Birch canoe (like you have seen a
picture of) to carry us across the
Bay to the steamer. In rounding a
point, we came upon an Indian in the
act of skinniag a seal, which he had
just shot. Such an Arctic scene
made me realize how far we were
from home, 2,000 miles, and could
buUthink of Doctor Kane and his
party, who went a few miles higher
up than we were then.
We went 75 miles higher up the
Saguenay from this point into Ha Ha
Bay; passed through the wildest and
grandest scenes to be found almost
any where. Up this deep, dark, tur
bid Saguenay, famous for its fine sal
mon fishing, we liavejust transferred
a party from our steamer to their
fishing boats, to engage in this de
lightful sport. We have fresh sal
mon now every meal. - You know
nothing of good eating ’till you cat
some of these fish, fresh from the
cold waters. I shall not tempt you ;
will only add that it .would do you
good to sec Col. OtfHfcgton hiding
these fine fish.
From Ha Ha Bay, the termination
of our trip, (our steamer running no
higher up) we went out into the
country, a few miles, to see the sal
mon ascending or jumping over the
falls 14 feet high. They are very
active, as well as sweet. You have
seen a picture of an Indian spearing
salmon in attempting to ascend these
very rapids.
We return to the steamer, whistle
blows, and we bid. farewell, forever
we think, to these cold, old hills, re
gretting to turn back from this beau
tiful Bay and our onward trip. How
ever, all things have an end, so do
our funds.
In our homeward journey we pass
some grand sights iu the Saguenay,
which we passed upward in the night.
“Cape Eternity” and Cape Trinity,”
on either side of a small bay, makes
one of the grandest sights man ever
beheld. They each rise up abruptly
from the edge of the river 1,800 feet,
perpendicularly, and as our steamer
run into the bay, for the benefit of
a view for the passengers, we passed
directly under these everlasting
heights—millions of tons of rock di
rectly over our heads. It seemed so
near the mountain we thought we
could easily cast a stone and shiver
it against its rocky side, but vain
was our attempt to do so. We could
not throw half the distance to it.
Everything here is so immense. We
could not realize it. Just here the
depth of the river, at foot of moun
tain, is 3,600 feet. Three-fourths of
a mile is pretty deep for a river. For
sixty miles up this river thero is not
enough sand to clean a set of knives
and Folks. All rock, rock, rock.
“Grand, gloomy and peculiar” in
their solitude. Over Cape Eternity
an Indian is said to have chased a
mouse. At its highest point, a
dreadful plunge they both had into
eternity. The color of the water of
this river, like the Florida waters, is
dark, though very clear. The por
poise’s in these waters—unlike our
Southern or any other country's—
are as white as snow, and of immense
size. They brought in one to-day
17 feet long ; took 12 men to turn
him over. Two men have harpooned
and captured 55 this season; this
one being the 55th. They are worth
S6O a piece, makiug $3,308; pretty
good sum for amount invested. This
fish would weigh, so said by those
who professed to know, four tons,
equal to 8,000 pounds; quite a whale.
Their oil is very valuable. These
white porpoises are found no where
else except in the St. Lawrence river.
We arrived at grand old Quebec
this morning; have visited all the
principal places of note. It is per
fectly impregnable, so say we—sur
rounded by a wall 40 feet high; the
citadel guarding the approach to the
city from the river encloses forty
ac*es; walls seventy feet thick ; all
the quarters and magazines, bomb
proof ; ’tis 340 feet from top of wall
to the river below, almost perpendic
ular ; ’twould be impossible for me to
walk np it, and yet the reckless,
though gallant, Montgomery lost his
life in the vain attempt to climb
these dreadful heights, in face of a
foe. We saw where he fell. There
are innumerable cannons of the latest
improved patterns surmounting these
impregnable walls; it can never
be taken, if properly garrisoned, only
by starvation; went to the “Plains of
Abraham,” saw the spot—marked by
an appropriate monument, on the
spot—-where the gallant Wolfe fell in
the moment of victory; saw where he
took his last drink from a well of
water. They have erected a finer
and more imposing monument to his
memory, and Montcalm’s together,
in a more conspicuous part of the
city; were shown the little old one
story wooden building where Mont
gomery was “laid out;” ’tis kept as
it was then, no paint nor improve
ment ; surrounded by rock buildings,
with the written notice of the histori
cal event written over the door. This
is an old looking town, the oldest I
ever saw ; streets very narrow and
dirty; everything generally has a
dingy appearance, except the women,
they are beautiful. We went out
this evening and took a scst on “Dur
ham TerraGe,” commanding a mag
nificent view, where all the fashion of
Quebec turn out of an evening to
stroll; ’twas worth all the money we
have spent to witness this grand and
beautiful sight. In front of us
flowed the beautiful St. Lawrence
river, with several villages (and their
fortifications) on cither side; in view
beneath us, a city, right under our
feet, 300 feet below; on our right,
the impregnable “citadel,” with its
cannons pointing in every direction;
mountains high; while behind, and
all around us, poured forth the Que
bec beauties, by scores, in their best
attire, to promenade up and down, on
this broad platform, ornamented by
several large cannons, captured at
Sebastopol. At this season of tho
year the ladies go out to walk every
evening for exercise. They are
cooped up by the long cold winters
so long, it is a great relief in sum
mer to be permitted to walk about at
will. They look very healthy, and
yet, like our people, they go “higher
up the country to spend the summer.”
How unnecessary, thought I, like
wild geese which Doctor Kane repor
ted still flying North from the high
est latitude ever reached by man.
We hired a splendid “nobby”
“turn-out” this morning, the one the
“Prince of Wales” used when here.
We wore driven out in splendid
style, and fast time. It isfiine miles
to the Falls of Montmorency, and
other places of historical interest.
The falls were magnificent, 75 feet
higher (being 250 feet high) than
Niagara, but it lacked the great vol
ume of water that ever pours over
Niagara. To one who had never
seen Nigara, Montmorency would be
a “big” thing. They are, indeed,
wonderful. There are eleven cascades,
besides the main falls, pouring over
this high precipice. They had a sus
pension bridge over the falls, but IS
years ago it gave way, with a gentle
man and his wife on it. Everything
being swept over the precipice. It
has not been rebuilt. The city has
since donated one-half of *ll the toll
charged for visitors to the Falls to
the three children of this gentleman
and lady. A handsome revenue,
truly, which the children, of course,
regret to take.
Quebec is the “biggest thing” we
have seen since we left Hawkinsville;
60,000 inhabitants ; everybody speaks
French. The vehicles principally
used here are the old French calash.
I have net seen a negro here, and on
ly saw two in Montreal, and not one
above here, though there are a few
negroes here. Were shown here the
home where lived the Duke of Kent,
the father of Queen Victoria. I
could fill a volume on Quebec alone,
but will desist.
Will return via Lake Champlain,
Lake George, Saratoga, and down
the Hudson to New York.
J. O. Jelks.
A Church Burned.
Forsyth Advertiser: Ramah Church
building in Monroe county was burned
on Saturday night last. This is the
house that was sold by the Sheriff a
few days since, conoerniug which so
much has been written in the Adver
tiser. The first story belonged to
the Primitive Baptists and the upper
story to the Masons. It is claimed
that the sale by the Sheriff was ille
gal, and no title had been passsed.
Red Bone Grange held a melting in
the Lodge room on Saturday after
noon, but as there was no fire it is
thought that the building was set on
fire by an incendiary. We trust not
but the matter will doubtless under
go investigation. We can imagine
no motive for the deed, as the Bap
tists and the Maaous prized the
building highly. Only three hun
dred dollars wa3 due on the house
and that could easily have been
paid.
ON SHB DOORSTEP.
We were sitting on tile door step—
I remember it so well;
She was Half in shadows hidden
Save where the moonlight fell,
And the dear head resting,
With its wavy, soft brown liair.
Made more than ever lovely
The face I thought so fair.
I know we talked but little,
And at last, beneath the stone.
Wo heard the cricket chirping
So clearly all alone,
Till my heart had mustered courage
To tell her then and there,
How for her sweet sake truly
’Twould all things do and dare.
Then came the soft, shy answer.
As her shining eyes dropped low,
‘•My heart is mine no longer;
’Twas yielded long ago !”
And even as she doomed mo
To misery and pain,
The soft checks filled witli dimples,
Gathering o’er and o’er again.
How well I now remember
That, turning last away,
I would not heed the whisper
That softly bade me stay,
Till, at the low gate turning,
Her face once more to see,
I saw the tear drops shining
In tho ayes that followed me.
Ah ! then, with heart fast beating,
To her side I turned again,
“Oh, tell me Madge, my darling,
Has my love been all in vain?
You do not love another ?
Your words were only play ?
Look and answer truly—
Madge must I go away ?
Again the dimples gathered,
Even while the moon’s pure light
Betrayed the tears still shining,
Like dew drops soft and bright,
“My heart was mine no longer ;
I have given it, 'tis true;
Why could you not have waited ?
Because—all! I meant you !”
CINDERELLA.
Dear me ! how disappointed I was
when Aunt Diana told me that she
couldn’t possibly afford to buy me a
new dress to wear to Mrs. Brand’s
party. I hadn’t been anywhere all
the winter, and I had got tired of
staying at home, while the girls went
everywhere, and enjoyed themselves
so well.
And then Mrs. Brand was one of
my best and dearest friends, and I
knew I should enjoy a party there
so much. I had quite set my heart
on going. I didn’t expect to have
anything very nice to wear, but I
wanted to look respectable, at least,
and thought I could sit on one side
and watch the beaux and belles,
and perhaps chat a little with the few
people I was acquainted with. But
Aunt Diana said Lottie’s dress cost
so fearfully, and the set of pearls for
Lucia were so extravagant in price,
that her purse was completely drain
ed.
She had promised me a blue silk,
and had calculated to take my old
white tarleton and make one of the
most bewitching overskirts imagina
ble, and I knew a florist down town
where I could get lillies of the valley
to wear in my hair and on my breast.
I didn’t expect that I could outshine
auy of the belles, but I did think I
would look more stylish in such a
dress than any I had for a long, long
time, and I am not ashamed to say
that I like nice things. Perhaps I
wouldn’t care for them so much if
I had more of them.
. But I had just set my heart on
having the new dress and going to
that party, and then to have Aunt
Diana use up all the money on her
two girls was so provoking.
‘You can have that silk of Lottie’s
to make over,’ she said, when she
saw how disappointed I was.
‘Think you.’ I answered, indignant
ly : ‘I don’t intend to wear any
body’s old clothes. I prefer to stay
at home.’
And stay at homo I did. The
girls did nothing for a week before
the party came off but talk about it,
for it was to be the party of tho sea
son, and Mrs. Brand’s brother was
expected from Boston. He was get
ting to be well known as an author,
and Mrs. Brand was never tired of
talking about him. We had all read
his poems, and I liked them so much
that I wanted to see the man who
wrote them. I had never met a real
live author, and had an awe of one
that had a good deal ot fascination
in it.
There was no use of thinking
about it, after Aunt Diana concluded
she couldn’t get me the dress, and
I tried to forget it. But I couldn’t.
1 cried a little when the night of
tho party came, and Aunt Diana and
the girls drove off and left tne alone.
But that was a foolish thing to do,
and pretty soon I wiped my eyes,
and went into the parlor and began
practising anew song. I had one
thing to comfort me. Lottie and
Lucia could have the new dresses,
but they couldn’t have my voice. I
could sing well, and that was some
thing they could not do.
I sang some of those sweet old
Scotch songs, and bad just finished
‘Roy’s Wife’ when someone rang the
door bell. The servants had gone off
to some theatre and I was alone, so I
had to go to the door.
‘I must really beg you pardon for
the liberty I am taking,’ said the
gentleman who stood on the thres
hold, ‘but I heard you singing some
of my favorite songs. I have been
listening for half an hour, and Hiked
your singing so much that I conclud
ed to make bold and come in, for" it
is too cold to make it very pleasant
out-doors. I Caine to attend a party
at my sister’s, Mrs. Brand—perhaps
you know her—but my trunk got
loet somewhere on the road, and I
cannot put in an appearanoc in this
plight’—with a glance at his plain
traveling suit’—‘and if the explana
tion I have given of my identity, and
the reason I am here, is satisfactory, I
would like to come in and listen.’
Only think of it. Lucia, and Lot
tie, and fifty other young ladies had
gone to Mrs. Brand’s to meet this
very gentlemen who was asking me
to sing for him. There was some
thing so novel and romantic about it
that I enjoyed an acquaintance form
ed in this unusual way.
‘Of course you may come in,’ I an
swered. ‘Mrs. Brand is one of my
dearest friends, and she has told me
about that brother of hcr’s till she
has quite excited my curosity about
him.’
I wondered while I was saying it,
how I dared to talk so to him, but,
somehow I wasn’t a particle afraid of
him.
He followed me into the parlor,
and - made himself at ljome at once.
I don’t think I ever spent so happy
an evening before in all my life. I
know I never did.
I sang ‘Annie o’banks o’Dec,’ and
Robin Adair,’ for him, and he told
me, in that earnest way of his that
made me know that he meant every
word of it, that he hadn't heard any
one’s singing for a long time that
suited him as mine did.
And then we talked about books,
and I was glad that I had read the
books he liked well enough to be able
to talk about them. And after that
he read me anew poem of his, one
that had not been published. To
think of that. I had the pleasure of
hearing one of Robert Moulton’s
poems before any one else !
I was glad I had stayed at home,
for if I had gone, I should have
missed this happy evening.
It was actually ten o’clock before
he went away. We were both aston
ished to find it was so late.
‘I must beg your pardon for stay
ing so long, and for acting in sucli
disregard of society rules,’ he said,
when he was ready to go. ‘Perhaps
I should not have taken the great lib
erty I did in coming in,’ but I don’t
regret it if you don’t.
‘I have enjoyed the evening much
better than I should have done if I
had gone to the party,’ I answered.
‘May I come again,’ he asked.
‘lf you care to,’ I answered.
And then ho said good-night and
went away.
AuntWiana is very particular
about having everything done with
regard to the customs and rules of
society, and I was afraid she would
be so shocked at the way in which
we had ignored all formality in get
ting acquainted, that I didn’t say
anything to her about my visitor.
The very next a’terrioou we were
in the sitting room when Mrs. Brand
drove up, and her brother was with
her.
Dear! such a flutter the girls were
in. But I wasn’t disturbed m the
least. I couldn’t be afraid of mm if
I tried.
Mrs. Brand introduced him to
Aunt Diana and tho girls, who went
in first. I brought up the rear.
When he saw me, he came forward
with a smile, and held out his hand
without waiting for an introduction.
‘Miss Marsh and I have met be
fore,’ he said, and then we laughed
merrily at the mystified loolcs on the
faces of the others. And then he
proceeded to explain the mystery.
Aunt Diana looked very much
shocked at the breach of etiquette we
had been guilty of; but Mr. Moulton
was a poet, and consequently 6uch
acts could be overlooked on his part,
and she was very gracious to him, as
were the girls, who were disposed to
be indignant at me, I could see well
enough.
When he was gone, I had to take a
scolding from all of them. Aunt
Diana was shocked and the girls
were scandalized. What could he
think of me ?
The next da}' Lottie was sitting at
the window, when someone drove
up, and looking out at the jingle of
the bells, she excitedly informed us
that it was Mr. Moulton, with the
loveliest turnout, and she knew he
had come to take her or Lucia out
riding. Both of them were full of
excitement when he came in.
‘I wish you would put on your
wrap and take a drive with me this
afternoon, lie said to me, before them
all, after he had talked a little while.
‘I shall be delighted to,’ I an
swered, and I know I looked pleassd
as any little child, and ran up stairs
to get ready.
Oh, each a delightful afternoon
that was 1 The air was like a draught
of rare wine, and I drank it in till my
pulses beat in swift and happy meas
ures, to the music of the bells, and
the sweeter music of his voice.
When I came back, the girls were
looking glum enough, and Aunt
Diana was cold and frigid as an ice
berg. They considered that I was
robbing them of their lawful prey.
One day Aunt Diana called me in
to the parlor, and began talking to
me.
‘I should like to know how much
longer yon are going to keep up this
flirtation with Mr. Moulton,’ she
said, sternly. Everybody is talking
about it.’
‘Here you are, a poor girl, and you
go to concerts, and driving with him,
as if you considered yourself his
equal Of course he hasn’t the faint
est idea of marrying yon. You must
expect that people will talk.’
‘Let them,’ I answered. Ido con
sider myself JHr. Moulion’s equal,
and I think he does, for last night he
asked me to be his wife," and 1 have
his ring ot) my finger now,’ and' I
held it up for Aunt Diana’s inspec
tion.
Dear me! I don’t think I ever saw
any one so completely taken down as
Aunt Diana was. Site hadn’t a word
to say.
The girls were awfully indignant
at me, for I had won what they had
hoped to wilt—a rich husband. But
the kind of wealth they valued was
that I cared for least. The wealth
of heart and soul was the kind I
prized, and I knew then, as Ido
now, that Robert Moulton hod more
of it than most men have. I have
been his wife for a year, and no wife
in all the land is happier than l am.
NO. 32
I am queen in the realm of home, and
my throne is the heart of a true and
tender husband.
[From the St. Joseph (Mo.) Herald.
A CHEYENNE ABDUCTOR.
The Romance of Border Life iu
Kansas.
One of the main tributaries of the
Little Arkansas fiver is called Run
ning Turkey creek, at the mouth
of which is Jim Geary’s ranche, an
old and somewhat notorious stop
ping plaee iu the days when Govern
ment provisions were hauled from
Fort Darker to the Indian Territory
by means of bull and mule teams.
Among the early settlers was a fami
ly from Ohio named Falconer, which
consisted of Robert Falconer,his wife
Sarah and aa only daughter, Bessie,
at this time about seventeen years
old. The young girl was engaged to
a young farmer, and had nothing
happened would have been married
on last Friday evening. The time
for the marriage arrived, so did the
bridegroom and invited guests, but
strange, no bride appeared. Her
parents, supposing she was in her
room, went to the door to warn her
that the time for the peiformance of
the ceremony had arrived, when they
found the room empty. It was early
evening and not yet dusk, so they
walked to the window.to endeavor to
discover the truant. Ther horror may
he imagined when they saw rapidly
disappearing through the timber on
the creek hank, a man carrying in
his arms the form of a young girl,
which, from the dress, they immedi
ately recognized as that of their
daughter. In an instant the alarm
was given, and the whole party, well
armed, started in pursuit. Within a
few minutes they were within gun
shot of the fugitive, but were unable
to usejtlieir weapons in consequent
of his shielding his body with the
loved form of the bride elect. The
young lover was almost frantic, and
in his frenzy appeared to have gained
the fleetness of the antelope. Over
akitng the almost breathless abduc
tor, he seized him, and after a brief
struggle wrested the girl from him,
at the same time discovering that
the abductor was a Cheyenne Indian
who had been around the neighbor
hood for a year or two. At the same
time that the farmer regained his
sweetheart, the savage, with an eel
like wriggle, escaped from his hold
and started on a keen run down the
creek. The pursuers, however, wore
too much and one of their
number brdHfc him to the ground
by means onrwell-aimed bullet from
a needle gun. It was soon ascer
tained that the red man was only
wounded in the thigh. He was then
taken prisoner and lodged in a neigh
boring dug-out, from which, by some
means, he escaped during the night,
carrying the needle gun ball in his
thigh, and has not since been heard
of, although a diligent search has
been made by the friends of tho young
lady, whose wedding has been .iuduf
finitcly postponed in consequence of
an attack of brain fever, the result
of the fright she rcceivod.
GUN. HENRY*L, DUNNING,
Died July 10, 1875.
Poor Southern eyes, already red
With weeping for your noble dead,
If tears are left you yet to shed,
Give some to soothe this latest woe—
For gallant Benning let them flow.
All I dealt) that spared him in the fight,
Has struck, in peace,a Georgia knight—
As knightly as the proudest lord A
That ever lifted lance or sword ; ™
No truer, braver chief than he
Adorned the ancient Chivalry.
For firmness in the battle Shock,
His comrades said he was a rock ;
Old Rock, they said,and his command,
(Whoever fled), were sure to stand ;
And never was that hope betrayed
By Rock, himself, or his brigade.
The tricks ot war lie did not learn ;
In stubborn valor, grim and stern,
He trusted as the pious priest
Reposeth in the blood of Christ;
To him it seemed no fight could fail
If not a single heart would quail.
When vainer warriors would assume
The wreath, and star, and sash, and
plume,
He moved among his soldiers gray,
As plain and unadorned as they,
Nor cared to shine, or to excel,
Except in doing duty well.
In peace it was his lot to ilio;
In peace, O, may his ashes lie I
Anil sweetest peace, while ages roll,
Attend his noble, manly soul!
L. E. Blf.ckuit.
Wait.
Wait, husband,.before you wonder
audibly why your wife don’t? get
along with the household responsi
bilities “as your mother did.” She
is doing her best—and no woman
can endure, that best, to be slighted.
Remember the long, weary nights
she sat up with the little babe that
died ; remember the love and care
she bestowed upon you when you
had that long lit of illness. Do you
think slio is made of cast iron ? Wait
—wait in silence and forbearance,
and the light will come back to her
eyes—the old light of the old days.
Wait, wife, before you speak re
proachfully to your husband when he
comes home late, and weary and “out
of sorts.” He has worked hard for
you all day—perhaps far into the
night; ho bas wrestled, hand in hand,
with care, and selfishness, and greed,
and all the demons that follow in tho
train ol' money making. Let home
lie another atmosphere entirely. Let
him feel that there is no other place
in the world where lie can find peace,
and quiet, and perfect love.
“What is your name?” asked a
teacher of a boy.
“My name is Jule.”
“You slioud have said Julius, sir,”
said the teacher, and turning to
another boy, he asked :
“My son,- what is your name?”
“B'Uious.sir.”