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L. Hie words limp m h» eai.
fin cverv battle and bloodj »>n>,
L, front he was over near.
... iurt to him too there came
Lv when the tight was o or;
fillet tore through the ribbon
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L Mill on his breast he wore.
Laid when I he blood was ebbing
Lilting the grassy »od :
h her I fought for her colors w* ll
f| paid for them with my blood.
L under the sighing - y press
I houghs,
lev laid him away to rest ;
Lone touched to that last tare-
L ribbon upon his breast.
L comrade stooped o’er the coffin
Lil shore from the forehead fair
Ls ,he curls of waving gold
Ll shone in the sunlight there.
litis he sent with the tidings,
her whose colors he bore ;
Lid of his last sigh sent to her,
he clasped the ribbon he wore.
L sigh did she breathe, ora tear
L silently, day by day,
Lflower out off by the frost’s
hllv faded away.
dug her a grave neath the cy
press houghs,
the side of her“bov in gray,”
there their bodies lie side by side,
[ailing the last Great Day.
I MISCELLANY-
Written for the Herald.
1/ I DU A P VIOLET
BY MI/PAH .
CHAP. 11.
I soon as the Count and Vio
lere inside the tower, the tnas
Idoor swung to with a crash,
■here was a peculiar grating
Id as is only caused Ly a spring
I slipping into place. Violet,
I'vfis busy looking around the
v room, did not notice the
ling of the door or the grat-
It the lock, nor did she see
■"A of almost fiendish tri
ll on the face of the Count De
la. After Violet had friglit-
I several huge lizzars and ma
lts from their places in the
Its ot the octagonal room, and
»tood for some minutes look
lit of the nanow grated win-
I she turned to the Count with
Ipatient sound in her voice
■ ' There is nothing here after
Icept an ivy covered window
looks ns if it, |belonged to a
Ihe heavy iron bars look as if
Ivere intended to withstand
Irength of a dozen Sampson’s
me an uncomfortable feel
loiint. I think we will go, I
I* I ]»efer the park and the
l ill, l Hllnsl 'ine to this mouldy
■ *•>>' r," il„. ('omit j„_
lit tbc same time step-
I" Uv, ’ , ’ l! Violet ami the door,
■" >"'i' uum/emeet ami tenor
I' : llilnH,, l’ of her hands,
■ ’ on, lookin<>; her
■ t,u I:irc ' "1 have something
ami it. was for that
|yht von here, as it is here
l "b“ true, that many
■“'fWlmvo been spoken.
I s hare that Lady Geniveive
r ’'—a here—‘Conn t
r mai ViolefH indignant
her haughty tern
til l i * '** liow Hid her beau
Vz? s " mh( " ******
lan ‘.or l !!." n ‘ t<,,li,lesKrec k
■ De Lunna, I do
I iv h ° W Btorifi «of Countess
■ ‘ I '" UKI l* lJ ssible interest
Weekly Gwinnett Herald.
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TYLER M I’EEPLE*. I
Editor and Propriktor. f
me. I have always supposed her
ancestress scarcely to be proadof.
Have the goodness to drop the.snb
ject and open the door at once,”
There was a bitter, black drop
of blood in the De Lunna blood,
and the taint showed now in his
face, its he said slowly: “Oh, my
pretty one, why are you so cruel ?
Have you not accepted my atten
tions. and my hospitality, all the
while smiling my soul away ? Do
not be so ernel, do not deny me
one caress from thatlillyhand and
rne touch of those sweet lips.—
Listen. Violet," he went on, “you
must, you shall be mine Ey heav
en I swear it !" Oh how the scales
fell from her eyes, Oh what an
awakening! She absolutely loath
ed him then. Truly this was pay
ing dearly for her folly. And then
she thought of Lindsley, of his
pure, tender, sheltering love, and
she longed to throw- herself in his
arms and ask his forgiveness. Oh
if he were only with her here, or
better still if she had only done as
he asked her, and given up this
hateful excursion. But she sprang
from a race of which there had
been many brave as well as beauti
fnl women, and now she saw she
mustcontroll her tears and try to
he calm.
“I think you are a little mad,’
she said scornfully. You invited
me, with my cousins to lunch at
your Chatteau. We have done so.
Now thanking you for your hospi
tality, you will permit me to join
the rest of the party at once,”
Ho laughed, such a cruel mock
ing laugh, and Violet felt as if he
had struck her a blow.
“Oh you would not leave me thus
Violet, remember I want you for
my wife and will take no refnsa I ,—-
Listen, dear, this door is fastened
by a secret spring, known only to
me, and without the key which is
on the outside of the door, it is im
possible to open it from the in
side without knowing the secret
of the spring. Darling swear t.®
be my wife and I will open the
door instantly, otherwise here we
remain till your answer is yes. If
the others think we have eloped,
so much the better. They will
wait for us till they are tired and
then as night is coming on they
will think we have left them, so do
not expect any help from them.
He was drawing nearer to her,
the first wild impulse of fear ft]
most forced a scream from her lips
But she rallied almost instantly,
she knew she must not by word or
deed show him she was afraid. —
So crossing the room, she stood
looking out at the narrow window.
All, thank heaven ! At that in
stant she hears the tinkle of tiny
bells and she recognizes the fa
miliar sound as to the
small bells with which the Nor
mandy peasants deck their horses,
and now she hears the laughter of
happy voices and knows the rest
of the party are not very far away.
Leaning as far out of "the window
as the bars will permit, she
screams with all the strength of
her voice for her cousin Clark
Wimberly. Fortunately they came
in sight, and as they heard her
voice, caught sight of her at the
window. ‘Here. Clark, she says
again, ai.d in her joy she is very
near fainting. Remembering in
an instant that she ?ould not ex
plain. she added, “Thank heaven
you all chanced to come this way!
for such a tiresome thing has hap
pened. V\ e came info the towi r
and the door closes with a spring,
and we neglected to take the key
f-oni the outside. Please, dark,
unlock our prison doors for us.
Then as she heard Clark s step on
the stubs she turned to Mr He
buna: “Do not dais to speak to
me again, or to presume to know
me when next we chance to meet,
If you do all the world shall know
what a cowardly or at m e you
have shown yourself to be,
Lawrenceville, 3-a,. Wednesday July 11. 1883
M De Lunna from between set
teeth and lips, from which every
particle of color has fled, fairly
hissed, -‘You have foiled me this
time, but von shall yet be mine.”
t And as Clark just then pushed
open the great door, they all three
depended to join the merry party
waiting below. Emi'y Wimberly
was buying some berries from the
old peasant woman who was driv
ing the cart, and when Violet
caught sight of this cart, an idea
flashed across her brain; she would
ask the old woman to let her ride
with her to town, and she would
thus rid herself of Count De Lun
nil’s hateful presence. The old
market woman humbly offered Yio
let a seat by her side, at the same
time assuring her it would not in
convenience her at all, as she was
going to the identical hotel, where
Violet told her she was stay-in, to
deliver some fruit that had been
engaged. Clark Wimberly was
Dud in his protest against Violet’s
leaving them. And Emily, giving
her pretty shoulders a very express
ive shrug, sxclaimed, “‘Good peo
ple pray don’t, waste your time on
Violet, for she is never content to
do as other people."
It was with a thankful heart
that Violet dimed to he r tall seat
beside the old market woman and
they began the ride home. At
last the old town was reached.
Violet leaned back in silence un
der the cover of the white top of
the cart, wondering if Hugh had
returned from the “important en
gagement.” longing yet dreading
to meet him. But no tall figure
met her gaze as they- drove past
the hotel and when the cart stop
at the side door, she climbed down
by herself and giving the old wo
man a handful of coins “for the
children you know. " Violet went
wearily up the stairs to her own
room. Throwing herself on a
couch, she lay with throbbing
heart till the longing to blot out
that days work and be reconciled
with Hugh, grew so intense as to
become a passion.
She lay iliere a long, long time,
it seemed to her; at last she be
came conscious of some one speak
ing very loudly in the hall just in
front of her door. She soon heard
that they were quarreling over a
trunk, and then one of them said:
Sir Hugh Lindsey, and scmething
about America and the steamer.
Great heavens! could Hugh he go
iug away, going home! and with
out her! Swiftly, silently she open
ed the door upon the astonished
porters. W hat is this, she demand
ed, who is going away?
One of the porters bowing and
begging madmoiselle’p pa’don, in
formed he> that Monsieur Loring
was to leave on the early steamer
for Am eric i.
Violet felt as if life itself was
slipping from oer; turning hasti
ly iuto her room, she threw her
self on the sofa, moaning: Oh God
is this the end?
One ! Out on the air rung the
grand old curfew bell. Two—
three —every stroke seemed to
fall with physical pain on Violet’s
heart. Rack over her soul, rolled
the might and passion of her leva
for Hugh. Pride, pique and all
were forgotten and she remember
ed only his ? orcls. - “before yonder
curfew shall ring t. > night, you
will repent your wilfulness. Good
heavens, had she not already re
pented a thousand times over!
She counts 1 till the last stroke
sounded-Nine! Then all at once
she remembered Hugh’s last words
‘I forgive you.’ Why not go to
him now, before it was forever
too late and claim that forgiveness,
surely he would not withhold it
when lie knew how sincere was her
repentance—how she loved him
and how miserable she was be
cause he was going away. With
a great sob, she opened the door
and ihere, face to face stood Hugh.
Oh Hugh, she began brokenly. I
was all you said, and I was sor
ry—am oh so sorry. Pi ease Hugh
dont leave me to be miserable al
wavs. And Hugh looking saw a
beautiful anguished face, with two
lovely dark eyes brim ning over
with tears, and two sweet lips
trembling like a grieved child’s.
How could his loving heart Willi
s'and till these? Instead of trying
to resist he took her in his strong
arms and pressed the lovely head
protectingly down on Lis broad
chest, murmered softly, my own
thirling.
Releasing her lie led her out on
the balcony where they both stood
silent for some time, their hearts
too full to talk.
At last Hugh said; “My darling,
did you think I was going to leave
you without ono word?" Then Vio
let embolden by his words, told
him all, even her bitter experience
of that -’ay; and Hugh drawing
her fondly to his heart said: -‘Did
you know my bonnie sweetheart,
that old curfew seemed to call me
to you. It told me many things
to-night. It said my darling, was
a motherless girl and as such to
be tenderly borne with. That al
though she was proud and willful,
she was gentle and loving, and
that above all else I loved her.
That for me there could be only
one woman in all the world, and
she was my “Madcap Violet.”
THE SHEPHERD AND THE
WAG.
A Great Wag having become en
grossed with the immensity of a
Deep Joke, wandered by chance
into a desert place, where all was
bare and dry. “The very place,"
said he, “to try my jest.” But on
looking about he could find noone
to afflict save a Lone Shepherd,
seated under the boughs of a Ban
yan Tree, playing on a home-made
flute.
‘Why do you play here
asked the Rustic.
‘Because no one will listen to
me elsewhere,’ was the reply:
I am here for the same reason,’
remarked the Great Wag.
‘Do you also play V qnerried the
Lone Shepherd.
‘Yes, upon word* !’
‘Let us shake hands,’ said the
Rustic. I will discourse music
for you and do you discourse wit
for me; thus we shall always be
sure of an Audience.’
So the Shepherd drew from his
flute sounds that moved the Wag
to tears. ‘Beautiful and sad!’ he
said with moist eyes. ‘What was
ic
‘A Contra-Dance !’ replied the
Rustic. But let us have thy wit!’
Hereupon the Was related his
Deep Joke with becoming levity,
and when he had finished the Shep
herd said nothing, but with an es
fort at a smile, he drew aside his
goat skin cloak and rubbed his
knuccles briskly on his bare ribs.
'Are you cold V asked the great
Wag.
‘No, indeed !’ replied the Lone
Shepherd: ‘I am only tickling my
self !’
Mobal. —Genius never knows
its Fellow.
THE DRUNKARDS WILL.
1 leave society a ruined charac
ter, vretched example, and a mem
ory that will soon rot.
I leave my parents during the
rest of their life, as ranch sorrow
as humanity in a declining state
can sustain
I leave to my brothers and sis
ters as much mortification and in
jury as I could bring on them.
I leave to my wife a broken
heart, a life of wretchedness and
shame, to weep over my premature
death.
I give and bequeath to each of
mv children, poveriy, ignorance
and low cl araoter, and the remem
brance that their father was a mon
ster.
A Connecticut thread manufact
uring company had planned to ex
hibit at the Boston Fair, the old
fashioned way of spinning and
weaving cotton in the South, but
have struck an unlooked for snag.
Their Georgia agent writes them
thus: “I had arranged to have
one negro man and four negro wo
men to go to the Boston F -ir to
spin and weave, and should have
l), en there now, but some fool eir
ciliated toe story that they would
be sold when I got them to Boston,
and ail thunder couldn’t convince
them to the contrary.’
STA R TING OUTIN LI FE.
Speaking about boys. Did you
ever notice how some boys make
an effort to get along in the world?
When a young man start out in
life he comm nees by looking for
a position in which lie may earn
his daily bread and find clothes
to cover his nakedness. If lie is
one of these reckless, vagabond
sort of boys whose thoughts don't
run a rod into the future, or hard
ly keep pace with the things go
ing on around him, or lias grown
up about as does a lonely isolated
weed in the garden that obtains
its strength from a rich spot in the
ground and draws nourishment
from the better fed plants and veg
etables Mint from their value re
ceive care and attention, it is safe
t“ say that be is one who never
thinks of what the next lay.montli
or year may iring forth, and
though nearing the age of man
hood he is about as capable of fill
ing the position of a man as a
luullev calf. Still, he makes a pro
tense of caring for himself and
claimi to be doing all in his power
to get along in the world. Such a
boy starts out to obtain a situation
He is reckless about his personal
appearance. His hair is uncomb
ed, face and Lands unwashed, and
the general appearance of a tramp
in his exterior recommendation.—
If lie applies for a position, the
man who happens to need a young
man sizes him up and concludes
that he hid rather employ a Dig
ger Indian, if he has got to reform
and make clean the persor whom
he hires.
And again, he will wander around
for days and weeks, hanging around
places where they have no more
use for a hoy than a dog lias for
two tails. He spends one day loaf
ing about the depot, expecting
some one will come aroud and of
fer him a fine situation at fourdol
lars per day and board. He will
stand ar< nod and talk with the
baggage man at the depot, or'help
the lunch counter clerk to carry in
coal for his dinner, and in the af
ternoon he loafs around some more
and scrapes the acquaintance of
the brakemun in the yard and nelps
him couple cars and unload freight
while the brakeman tills him full
of taffy about how easy it is to get
a soft thing working for a railroad
company. The next day he spends
*t the police court listening to the
cases tried, loafs an hour or two at
the po3t office, awhile in a bil’iard
hall, and winds up with a visit to
the saloon. All the time lie is fair
ly aching to have some one give
him a position and he curses the
country where a young man can
get nothing to do. When you
see ihat kind of a young man you
can set it. right down that he don’t
amount to a row of pins. Men
don’t hire tmys from under the
eaves of a saloon, and when they
are looking for a young man to do
a job of work they don’t go thro’
the crowd loafing around the de
pot with a seaieh warrant, and
pick out the dirt’est young tramp
among the number.
No one ever heard of a man who
wanted to hire a young, bright, ae
tive. stiriug boy, with fiie in his
eye, energy and vinegar in his
constitution, looking over the loaf
ers at the police station for such a
bov. At such places all the boys
you would find would only have
energy enough to masticate a chew
of tobacco or hold t own a dry
gaods box oa a street corner all
day, and swear through the even
ing aboutthe cursed country where
there was nothing for a boy to do.
When a farmer comes into town
looking for a boy to help at the
spring work, at fifteen dollars per
month and board, he don’t look
through the corridors of the post
office aad pick out the slouchiest
looking loafer in lie crowd, or
hunt up a billiard hall, and hire
the hoy who can “pocket” the
most balls at pool, or drink the
most beer
Though a boy may wear a rag
ged coat, or bis pants be out at
the elbows because lie Ins no one
to mend them, it is no reason why
lie should not be a trump, and
take the highest trick. Many a
boy with holes in his boots and
his coat torn, but whose face and
hands were clean, his eyes bright,
and his system full of energy, has
carried off lhe persimmons when
others and better dressed boys
have stood around with their hands
in their pockets, cursing their
luck
‘Will love Win ?’is the title of
a new novel. VT<-feel authorized
to say that love, properly hacked
with a hank account, will make its
way with success every time.
jVol. XIII.—No. 16.
MR. AND MRS. SDO ODE N-
I) YKE.
•I see a Frenchman has got a
patent for canned energy,’ observ
ed Mrs Spoopendyke, as she pick
ed up a lot of cut steel IresAl on a
needle and began sowing them on
medalions for'a dress trimming.
‘Got a what?’ interrogated Mr.
Spoopendyke. who was blacking
his boots.
‘Yes. He says he can put
strength up in bundles and send
it anywhere, so they can run ships
and things without steam. He
sent ever so much over to Scot
land.
‘YY hat circus bill have you been
reading now ?' qnerried Spoopen
dyke, glaring at his wife.
‘lt’s so,’ she replied. -I saw it
in the Eagle. He does it like pre
serves and it lasts ever so long,
ind it is just as fresh and strong
when they open it as it, was at
first,’
‘YVho put it up? What, are you
talking about ?’
‘A Frenchman. He gets a lot
of strength »nd fixes it up with
electricity, and you can buy it any
where. I'm going to get some and
take ii. It’ll be just as good ai
going into the country, ami maybe
it'll help my headaches. I sup
pose the government will buy a
lot of it for tramps.’
‘Yon gone crazy again ?’ de
•nandeil Mr Spoopendyke. ‘YY’hat,
dye mean by putting st rength in
boxes ? Think energy is some kind
di d gasted fish ? S pose you can
put main strength up m bottles
like measly shrimp ? If you are go
ing to read why don’t you read
straight ?
‘Why, I did. He has some kind
of machine, and ha makes ener
gy so it will last, and then he.sold
ders it up in the house. lam go
ing to have some and do the wash
ing.’
Does it strengthen up the mind
of u dod gasted idiot r blurted
Mr Spoopendjke, ‘Can it make
a measly woman talk sense ?’
‘The paper don’t say ; but if it
is all they claim for it, it will be a
great help in the house leaning
and moving the stepladder around
when you want to hang pictures,
and then it si ves boiling aeef tea.
Oh, you ought to read about it.
They say it is the greatest [invention
i f the age.’
‘D'ye mean to tell me that they
are selling muscle by the keg ?
Want me to mi lerstand that some
frog eaier is koepo g industry on
draught ? Think I’m an ass ?'
‘That s vvliat the Magle says,' re
joined Mrs Spoopendyke. with a
woman’s implicit reliance on any
thing in print. ‘And they can
make it in any quantity cheap, so
we can have all wo want I wish
you’d get some right off, and we'll
sav it on tlie Friday’s sweeping.'
■Quit! howled Mr Spoopendyke.
‘.'top making an idiot asylum of
yourself. :S pose you can make
me believe house cleaning comes
in jugs ? P'raps you want me think
that your dod gisted stuff will
pay t' e runt, and run tlu busi
ness! Energy by the print!
Strength by the yard ! Got that
rip sewed up in your p ints ?’
‘Yes, dear,’ murmured Mrs.
Spoopendyke, meekly, and Spoop
eodyke, having arrayed himse/f,
plunged out of the house and made
for the ferry boat.
•Hello, Spoopendyke!’ saluted
his friend Specklewottle, ‘see this
thing in the paper about the
Frenchman who is boxing up ener
gy?’
‘Yes, certainly,’ replied Mr
Spoopendyke, ‘and I've been al/
the morning trying to explain it
to my wife, but these women can’t
understand such things. How's
stocks ?'
Here was a Buffalo man. The
school teacher had iieen talking
about finance to her schollars, and
young John came home to ask :
“Father, is there such a t hing as
a ( all loan ?”
“Yes, of couise."
“Well, what is it
'•Why, old Swipes the doctor
comes bustling in some afternoon
—note to meet—needs just fifty
more—hand it back next day—and
I’m fool enough to lend it. That’s
the loan p irt of it. ’
“Yes.”
“I wait two weeks, need the mon
ey and call at his office. He isn’t
in. I call again, he is out. I call
forty or fifty times, always miss
him, call to him in the street and
| lie doesn't hear, call him an infer
i nal deadbeat, and that e ids it.—
There’s the call and there’s the
loan and here’s the idiot. That’s
! ull !"
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TU'O W A IDS’ IN LIFR.
In out of the early years of the
forties Mr Stephens, then a voting
man. paid a visit to the home of
Mr YYarden. in YY’urren County.
I here he met a flaxen-haired, blue
oyed girl of sixteen, beautiful in
face and lovely in character: piq
uant. witty ami gifted with a mind
rarely cultivated. An attachment
grew up, which for years did not
put s the formal hounds of friend
ship, but which was sacradly cher
ished by both. The boy iover
was poor in this world’s good®—
fragile in frame and harrassed by
sickness, he did not dare to aspire
to the hand of one whom he had
1 turned to love and yet forbore to
claim. YY’ilh womanly devotion
the girl read the secret in the
young man s eyes, and tiue to her
heart, she could only wait and
love. One evening in 18451 a par
ty was given at the residence of
Mr Little, in Crawfordsville.
I here the two met once more—
there they enjoyed that sweet com
munion born of perfect trust—and
there Mr Stephens found courage
to speak the words which for
years had fought for expression,
until at last he could no longer
contain thorn.
“ kre you sure tlat there lives
lirme other whom you prefer to
mo' asked the maiden timidly,
half shrinkingly, yet only too hap
py to feel that she was favored
in his eyes.
‘in the whole universe there ex
ists nore other,’ said he passion
ately.
I bus their troth was plighted;
the day was set for their marriage
and all seemed auspicious for the
lovers. But clouds lowered over
their hopes; matters of a private
nature which is not in the domaiu
of the public to know intervened
and deferred the fruition of their
hopes. The one became immers
ed in politics, and, racked with
physic 1 ills, hesitated to enter a
state where he feared tho happi
ness of the other might be marred.
J lie lady found her duty by the
side of an invalid mother, who
long lingered with a confining
disease. I'hus tho years flew bv,
but the phghted trotli was kept.
Mr Stephens never addressed au
other, and ever kept the image of
the fair young girl in his heart.
Tho lady was the recipient of ad
miration from many, but to all she
turned a deaf ear.
They have often mot since, and
while the idea of marriage was
abandoned, they felt a sweet pleas
lire in each other’s society. But
a few weeks ago the lady 'was at
the mansion, and on taking leave
of her old friend, one of the chairs
tipped, an unfavorable sign, as
tho Governor remarked at the
time. r J no lady has for years been
a resident of Atlanta, and no one
is held in move esteem for every
quality which adorns womanhood
than Miss Caroline YVilkinsou.
Louisville Journo/.
/l NIC WMETHOD Ob' TRb'A T
ING.
A party of throe or four gentle
men who wore in a hotel a few
days before election were invited
to “take something" by one of
I heir number, says the Middletown
Press. After they had tuken it,
and had chatted a few minutes,
another of the party solemnly sug
gested that it would be well to
‘ take something They incepted
the im itation, and took something
again. They then started out and
in a few minutes, as they were
passing a dry goods store, another
of the party stopped them, and
said:
•Let's go i i and ’take some
thing,’
‘Why, that's a drygoods utere,'
said one of the party.
•Well, what of it? Come in.’
In they inarched, and ranging
themselves before the counter, the
gentleman who had invited them
propounded the question:
‘Whot will you take V
One of the party took a box of
collars, another took a clean shirt.
When the bill had been settled
and they walked out, they looked
at each other sheepishly and began
to see for the first time the foolish
ness of the “treating” bu iness.
if men must treat, why not do it
in a dry goods store?
There lives up atHerlem a young
lady whose mother told her when
she bad made a dozen quilts with
her own h inds it would be time
enough for her to think about mar
lying. The lass went at it with a
; vim and finished the job in such a
| short time tha* tile old lai y was
! struck dumb with ainazemeut.