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NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JUNE 2,18S5.
NUMBER 33.
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Our lives areallmms, written through
Witbgood or ill, with false or true.
HIS LITTLE LOYE.
BY ALFRED CRAYON.
A snowy January afternoon.
Through the little windows of the
warm waiting-room two travelers
saw the snow blowing across the
whitened fields, and heard the
sweep of the wind among the leaf
less branches, and against the win
dow panes.
A gentleman of about thirty stood
by the window, one arm resting on
a little shelf, and eyes bent on the
girlish face beside him. He was
not handsome, yet his was a face
one would look at with as much
or with more interest than if the
leatures were as perfect as Apollo’s
own.
The eyes and mouth were full of
rpower, the former especially, won
derfully expressive, and, as he
• spoke now, full of easy, quizzical re-
gard.
“Are you afraid of me, Miss Ma
rion? I)o you think I shall prove a
tyrannical or lenient guardian?”
“I am not the least hit afraid of
Hir!” the young lady called
you,
Marion answered, in a cold, busi
ness like voice, looking him the in
eye.
“Not afraid ? How strange!” he
said, the smile around his mouth
deepening.
“Do y.iu generally inspire those
who meet you with awe, Mr.
Vann ?”
“I am a lawyer,” he replied,
“therefore blessed with second sight,
of course. Not only do we judge by
the outward evidence of the
thoughts in a client’s heart, hut the
inner working of the vital organ is
an open book to us. Your thoughts
now ”
lie paused.
“Well?” she asked impatiently.
“Are not flattering to me. You
consider me an unmitigated bore,
very cold, and professional—not
good looking. You long for the
schoil left behind in the South,
where days like this are unheard
of, and where the college students
serenade you and dedicate flowery
sonnets to your beauty.”
The girl flushed and darted a
quick, angry glance at him from th*
dark eyes under the little tissue
veil strapped across her nose.
“You are pleased to be sarcastic,”
slio said, with a little sneer and
shrug; “but of what matter is it? If
it amuses you, sir, it amuses me in
finitely more. I am not afraid of
your satire—neither do I like you!”
Jerome Vann raised his brows in
unfeigned surprise.
She was so petite, so childish in
appearance, despite her eighteen
years; and the open animosity she
expressed was so novel. It was all
refreshing and ho watched her
aftiusedly as she went to a distant
corner and buried herself in a nov
el, to the complete exclusion of him-
sel f.
All he could see beneath the book
was a pair of extremely lovely red
lips, and these he watched steadily,
scarcely aware of it. Five minutes
passed, ticked slowly off by the
clock in the empty waiting room
and a brown curl appeared above
the rim of the book, then one cu
rious and brightly angry eye which
met his and disappeared like
flash.
Jerome laughed. He knew that
by that outburst of mirth he totally
lost all vantage ground with her,
but he could not help it.
Still smiling he walked slowly to
her side.
“Do not freeze me 1” he said pa
thetically, holding out his hand;
“we must be friends, you know.”
‘Not at all!” she said coldly. “I
am absolutely sure that we shall
never agree! Better begin as we
.shall surely end!”
“You dislike me?”
“1 have said so!” she answered
turning the leaf.
“And why? Because I have been
unfortunate enough to have unwit
tingly offended you ?”
“You have laughed at me! Ido
not know what name they give
that in the North, but in Virginia
we should call that unmanner
ly”
“If I have been so, Miss Romero,
I sincerely beg your pardon,” Je
rome said, stiffly, and retired to the
window to whistle the “Exile of
Erin,” in most distracting discord
until the train puffed in.
Jerome sat by the library’ fire, a
cigar between his lips, his hinds
clasped idly, his eyes almost clos
ed.
He was listening to a story which
interested him.
A younger man was also sitting
by the lire, a cane in his hand and
his chin resting on the top of it. He
was a very handsome young fellow,
and the firelight, playing on his
head, turned his hair to gold, and
made the intense, earnest, blue eyes
seem black. I
“I have loved her from the begin
ning,” he said, slowly. “Through
all the past months I have loved
Marion silently; now I will tell her
of it, with your permission, and
learn my fate. Better ultimate re
jection than this suspense.”
“Ned Buffington, you love my
ward V Jerome asked, calmly, no
evidence that his heart was beating
like a boy’s could be seen in his
face. “You love her truly, you
say?”
“I do! Upon my honor!” Ned re
plied. “That, surely, is not strange.
Could a man, seeing her constantly,
asl have done, not lose his heart to
her?”
“You know, of course, that she was
left a rortune?” Jerome asked
again, in the same quiet voice.
I have heard so. Perhaps, in
deed, it i3 the only thing to he re-
retted, for I love her, and have
abundance for both,” Ned answered
egretfully.
Her guardian stood up, and his
ice was very pale.
“It is no longer to be regretted.
Marion has nothing. In the recent
failure she lost it all.”
“All!” the young fellow echoed,
and there was silence.
Marion is very proud,” Jerome
continued. “If she knew that she
was not absolutely independent of
my bounty, 1 believe she would not
stay an hour longer beneath this
roof. But, poor child, she need nev
er know, at least, until after she has
been married.”
The deep, expressive voice ceased
with a regretful ring, and then he
oneluded, more cheerily:
“Go, and I wish you success in
your wooing!”
Ned wrung his hand and left the
room, and in a very few moments
Jerome followed.
For a while the fire glowed on
noisily in the grate, the wind howl
’d, and the quiet remained unbrok
en; then the heavy velvet curtains
were dr wn back, and Marion step
ped out from behind.
Her face was pallid as a ghost’s,
her dark eyes were burning with
fierce pride, and very angry; her
lips were trembling with excite
ment and suppressed resentment.
A prettier picture of enraged pride
could not be found.
‘Great heaven!” she cried, with a
passionate stamp. “What deceit!
How often have I hurled the fact in
his face that I was glad—infinitely
lad I owed him nothing. He
calmly heard me, knowing that it
was a beggar’s delusion he was lis
tening to!” She paused, and her
flashing eyes turned on the chair he
had lately occupied. “How he de
tests me, too,” she said with empha
sis. “I have never tried to win his
favor—we have never been friendly,
ind to think that for weeks past, or
perhaps months, I have eaten his
bread and spent his money, think-
ng it entirely my own. But all is
over—I shall not stay. In the wide
world there is surely room for me
to earn my Bread!”
She drew back the curtain and
looked out. The stars were shining
frostily, but the'wild March wind
was making havoc of every stray
leaf and fragment in its path.
The streets were deserted. It was
i unusually bitter night of that
blusterous month, a night when hu
manity keeps its head, snail like,
indoors, when the crackle of
bright fire is the sweetest sound on
earth!
Marion, with a little shiver turns
away.
“I must go!” she said, “not anoth
er night will I stay here a begger on
his bounty. Old Mrs. Chaplin,
though she is poor, will keep me for
my mothei’s sake until I get some
thing to do and pay her back.” She
paused a moment by Jerome’s arm
chair, and leaned her arm on the
back of it. “I wish—I wish he did
not dislike me so,” she whispered,
and the tears tempered the luster of
her eyes. “It was my abominable
temper at first, and now, he is tired
of me, would gladly marry me to
the first coxcomb that asks.”
This mood only lasted a second,
and all their old fierceness return
ed.
“But what am I saying?” she
said, dashing away the tears and
trying to control her quivering lips.
“Do I not hate this man ? This su
perior being who treats me like
willful child. Am I not glad by ac
cident I learned the truth of my po
sition? Certainly! Am I not de
lighted at the possibility of feeling
independent, away from his benev
olent smile? I am, and the time
will come when Jerome Vann will
wonder that he ever laughed at me
and my vagaries.”
All the warm Southern nature
aroused, she went to the desk and
began to write a note to this detest
ed guardian.
“Sir,” it dashed off, “ten minutes
since I learned my position in your
house, and it is such an undesira
ble one that I renounce it this night
You, who have disapproved of me
so strongly, will no doubt be pleased
to learn that I have broken from
yonr reins and fled. Good-night,
and good-by to yon, sir.
Marion.
“P. 8. I distinctly and emphat
ically refuse to marry Mr. Buffing
ton.”
An hour later she was on the
street, the wind blowing her cloak
and twisting her veil till it looked
like a signal of distress.
There was nothing of the heroine
about her as she hurried along,
keeping on the flarkest side of the
street, her head lowered and tears
dropping thick and fast on her
cloak. Poor Marion! The first touch
of the world, in which she stood
alone, was cold and blustery.
The weeks passed by on leaden
feet- Advertisements and detec
tives were both of no avail, and Je
rome Vann’s face giew strangely
old and sad, for Marion’s where
abouts still remained a mystery.
He loved her far more than he
•ver realized. He longed to see
that spirited, magnetic face again
md to hear the pert, merry voice
which had made such drollery of
iis well meant advice.
Day after day passed, each one an
exact repetition of the preceding
one, and all very weary, sickening
blanks to the rich lawyer in his
stately home.
It was June. Sunny, soft weath
er reigned in the city. Roses bloom
ed everywhere, in florists’ windows,
in market carts, in wealthy gar
dens—everywhere the fragrant
bunches of different hued flowers
waved in the breeze.
Jerome was standing at his libra
ry window, looking out at the
throng of promenaders and open
carriages dashing along. His eyes
were no longer filled with suspense,
they were far worse—calm and
hopeless.
He had left nothing untried to
liscover her whereabouts, and it
bad all been worse than useless.
He had been beating his heart out
with pain, in alternate hope and
failure, in passionate longing, and
now all was over. Without any re
newed vigor he was still deep in
professional duties, trying, but
ainly, to take up the thread of
existence as though Marion had
never been known and dearly lov
ed.
He took up his hat and cane and
went out His steps led him to
Broadway. The thoroughfare was
rowded and he walked slowly
ilong, his moody face, with its quiet
ly bitter expression, in marked con
trast to those around him.
Many saw and envied the rich
and successful lawyer. Could they
but have read that rich man’s heart!
And so, in the supreme blindness of
our egregious vanity, do we judge
one another.
He paused to look at a picture
which attracted a number of people,
it was a quaint design in water
colors in the shape of a small
screen.
The picture showed the sea on a
stormy day, with the floating spars
md masts of a wrecked ship ap
pearing above the angry'waves in
he distance. All the coloring of
he picture is centered in two fig-
ires on the shore.
One, the dead body of a drowned
sailor, curls lying on his forehead,
iis eyes closed, and his bluejacket
torn, showing the powerful chest in
which the heart would never beat
igain. The other, a young girl
with a face of extreme loveliness,
;hough convulsed with anguish.
Her dress denoted that she was a
fisher lass, and as she bent over the
body of her lover, one hand over his
heart, the other holding on the little
black hood she wore, the expression
of her eyes was strangely real and
touching. The subject was an old
one, yet this little water-color
sketch held a quaint, original power
of its own.
Jerome looked at it, puzzled and
fascinated. There was a strange
resemblance in the man to some
one he had known; nay, more,
With wondering eyes he realized
that it was a perfect likeness of
himself.
He went into the store and bought
it, at the same time obtaining the
artist’s address, and followed the
direction with feverish haste.
The house was a small one, in a
street which the word “genteel” de
scribes. On inquiring at the door
for the artist who resides there he
was told to knock at the door at the
end of the passage.
He did so, but, receiving no an-
iwer, opened the door and fonnd
himself in a shabby-clean, unoccu
pied room. Another room adjoined
it. Jerome advanced hesitatingly,
and stood on the threshold looking
in, as though his hungry eyes would
never be tired gazing at the picture
he saw there.
Marion, ia a plain, black dress
was sitting at an easel, the brush
lying idle in her lap, and her eyes
turned languidly toward the open
window, through which the sun
beams were straying.
Her fieure looked very slight, and
out of the pale face her eyes shone
with unhealthy luster.
She turned her head and saw him
standing in the doorway. Without
a start or sound, or any change of
feature, except the tightening of her
lips, she rose to her feet.
Jerome came forward and took
the feverish, unresisting hand in
his.
What would he say? In what
words express the suffering of the
past weary months ? She was be
fore him now, and the wild, impas
sioned torrent he had imagined
bursting from his lips at this happy
moment had completely deserted
him.
When bespoke at last, the words
were commonplace enough but they
covered the entire ground.
“I never thought to see you
again, Marion; but I have found
you!”
And you really remembered me
so long?” she asked, with a flash of
something like the old defiance.
The expression which came into
his eyes answered her, and he took
the picture from its wrappings.
“This led me to you,” he said, with
impressive tenderness, “and it also
told me that you had remembered
me so long.”
Marion flushed and turned away;
but she could not deny it. The
proof was there.
Jerome drew her to his faithful
heart, which had suffered many a
bitter throb for his little love, and
kissed her with solemn, heartfelt
earnestness.
Thus peace was declared between
them forever.
A week later they were married
in Mrs. Chapin’s little front room,
and after a Canadian tour, Marion
settled in the old home in a new
character.
An Important Moral Invention.
A Charleston moralist has madea
most important discovery, which
will revolutionize some of the evils
of society. For many years the
church has arrayed itself against
dancing as a dangerous demoraliz
ing pastime. The Charleston moral
ist has made the discovery that the
immorality of dancing springs from
the fact that men have to catch
hold of women when they dance
and he logically arrives at the con
clusion that if they had something
to catch hold of that was not wo
man the danger would all be ob
viated, and dancing might be con
ducted even at vestry meetings
and revivals without the slightest
tear of propriety.
Acting upon this suggestion he
has invented a knob, or handle,
which is affixed to the female dan
cer as it is affixed to the door. She
can wear it on a belt and her part
ner can seize it without fear of com
ing in contact with her person.
Knobs can be made of brass, nick
el, porcelain or silver, and if kept
well polished will add a pleasant
effect to the person.
The introduction of these useful
appendages into the moral circles
of Charleston society is said to have
given a great impetus to social in
tercourse. A young lady can now
offer her knob to a young gentle
man with no fear of impropriety,
and a late improvement by which
an electric bell is attached enables
any one in society who wishes to
chat with her to announce himself
properly.
The statement, made undoubted
ly by interested parties who have
failed to get patents on knobs, that
wherever they have been introduc
ed dancing as a pastime has de
clined, is not to be believed. One
cannot give up his faith in the pro
prieties as easily as that
The Small Fry.
“Which would you rather have, a
little brother or a little sister?” ask
ed Mrs. Simpleton of her little boy
Tommy.
“Oh, ma, don’t let us have either o(
them—children are such a nuisance
about a house.”
“Pa, what is this Bright’s disease
they talk about—a kind of dyspep
sia ?”
“No, my son.”
“But here’s a bookadvertised—
Bright’s Digest. Ain’t that on the
same subject?”
At a Sunday-school in New York
a teacher asked a new scholar, a lit
tle girl, what her name was. She
replied: “Helen French.” An ur
chin in an adjoining seat sang out:
“What is it in English ?”
Young hopeful (who has been
reprimanded for not washing his
face)—“Boo-h-oo! I wish I was a
nigger boy!”
Mamma—“A negro boy! What
for, Georgey ?”
Young hopeful—“Why, I—I—
shouldn’t have to w-wash then,
’cause the d-d-dirt wouldn’t show!”
“Te, he, he!” he laughed. “Mamma,
oo said fies was made des for fun
eserday, didn’ oo!”
“Yes, darliug. But what are you
laughing at?’
“I is lafln’ at a fie. Te, he, he!”
“Why, darling, what do you see
aboflt a fly that is so funny ?”
“Te, he, he! E fy tickie my nose
an’I nose he is funny. Te, he, he!”
Some of Archbishop Whatley’s Witti-
cisms.
GENERAL NEWS.
“What is the difference,” he asked
of a young clergyman he wasjexam-
iuing, “between a form and a cere
mony? The meaning seems nearly
the same; yet there is a very nice
istinction.”
Various answers were given.
“Well,” said Whately, “it lies in
this: you sit upon a form (long
bench), but you stand upon cere
mony.”
In Whately’s time, the great cir
culating library of Dublin was Mor
row’s, and the most popular preach
er was the Rev. Mr. Day.
“How inconsistent,” said the arch
bishop, “is the piety of certain ladies
here. They go to Day for a sermon,
and to Morrow for a novel.”
“What is the laziest letter in the
alphabet?” he asked.
“The letther G!” (lethargy).
Riddles.
if a clear consciance is planted,
what will come up ?
Heart’s ease.
What is that, which, if you name,
you break it ?
Silence.
Why is a madman like two men ?
He is a man beside himself.
Why is love like a canal-boat ?
It is an internal transport.
Why is life the riddle of riddles ?
We must all give it up.
What colors are the winds and
the storm?
The storm rose, and the winds
blue (blew).
If you thiow a mail out of a win
dow, what does he first fall against?
His inclination.
A man whose best works are al
ways trampled under foot.—A car
pet manufacturer.
Ex-Senator Thurman says, with
out any reservation, that he will noi
e the Democratic candidate for
Jovernor of Ohio, even if the par
ty should nominate him by accla
mation.
Victor Hugo’s declination of the
clergyman in the last hours will re
call to the readers of “Les Misera-
bles” that he makes Jean Valjean
decline similar assistance when he
is dying.
Mr: John H. Hilton, a colored
school-teacher ot Lake St Clair,La.,
is now doing missionary work
among his colored brethren in the
North by aspiring them that
the'crtlftr"e3 people of the South are
highly pleased with the Democratic
Administration and that the most
of them ha\’3 retired from the late
Republican party in that
region.
A lady visiting Kansas writes of
the grasshopper in a different
strain from that usually employed:
“If you are quite sure that they are
not intending to light,’ a flight of
grasshoppers is a beautiful thing to
see. All day they floated over us;
millions upon millions of airy little
creatures, with their white gauzy
wings spread to the light, mounting
steadily toward the sun, as it seem
ed. It was like a snow storm in
sunshine, if you can picture such a
a thing, with the flakes rising in
stead of falling.
The New York World is the
greatest success of the day. In
the two years that Mr Pulitzer
has controlled it it has built up its
circulation from 15,000 to 154,000; in
two months time it has raised the
(Opular subscription for the Bar
tholdi Pedestal Fund amounting to
tver $52,000aad it is going to make
$100,000 before it rests,
md in two weeks secured the con
viction of a police sergeant for com-
nittinga heinous crime, and saw
him sentenced to 17 years and six
months at hard labor in Sing Sing,
it is the advocate of the right and
the friend of the oppressed.
President Cleveland i3 making
additional raids on the old fashions
of the White House life. He has
now discharged Prince Arthur’s
famous chef, M. Fontin, whose sau
ces and entremets have so long
been the delight of the White
House bon vivants. He has also
lispensed with theking of stewards,
Howard Williams, whose catering
is said to be above compare
President Cleveland finds that he
can live and grow strong on good
beef and mutton, plain soups and
weil-baked bread and pies, and he
discovers that Bridget can cook all
these to his taste better than a
French chef. Perhaps, too, he sees
that the old White House crowd
has retired with digestion and im
paired health, and does not think
that dispepsia biliousness and oth
er evils of over-fed flesh is heir to
the proper discharge of a Presi
dent’s duties.
&rnall Bros <fc Co.
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9RY GOODS, FANCY600DS,
NOTIONS, HOSIERY,
Clothing, Hats and Shoes*
ALSO A COMPLETE STOCK OF
Afghan Nomenclature.
“Ab” means water, as in Punjab
(that is, “the five waters,” referring
to the five great rivers that traverse
the northwestern province of Hin-
dostan), or as in Hurrirab (the wa
ter of the “Harris”), or as in Snrkh-
ab (the “red water”), and so on.
Koh” is a mountain, as in Safey-
dkoh (the “white mountain”), Koh-
i-Baba (the mountains of Babah or
Baber), or as in Hindoo Koosh (the
Hindoostanee mountain.) “Abad”
as a terminal (the “City of Allah”),
Ahmedabad (the City of Ahmed”),
and so forth. “Safeyd” is white,
“siah” black, “surkh” red, “nil” blue,
etc.
Then there are the numerals such
as “panj” or “punj” (five), “char” or
“chahar” four, etc., all of which are
descriptive of certain characteris
tics of the places to the names of
which they are attached. “Panj-
deh” is an example, for as “deh”
means a village, and “panj” five, as
already explained, the name of the
place signifies a collection of five
Turkoman villages. Wherever
“total” occurs it signifies simply
pass over a mountain spur. For in
stance, the first victory Gen. Rob
erts won in Afghanistan was at the
Paiwar Kotul. the pass of the Pai-
war, 6,000 feet high.
On a recent trial a cedar log 20
feet long was taken to a California
match factory, and in exactly thir
ty minutes was sawed, split, <rined,
dipped in snlphnr, labeled, and the
matches boxed ready for ship
ment.
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Worst Lands Than This.
Mrs. Farmer John—Oh, I am so
sick and tired of this hundrum ex
istence. I wish I had been born in
Italy instead of in this practical
workaday country.
Traveled Guest—And why in Ita
ly, Mrs. John ?
Oh, I don’t know, only Italy is
the home of art you know. I sup
pose even the country women there
all have opportunities to gratify
their artistic instincts. They sing
or paint or draw, don’t they f
“I have seen a good many of them
drawing.”
“How nice! What do they draw
principally ?”
“Plows.”
Wouldn’t Do.
“So you don’t believe in Jasper’s
religion ?” said the secretary of
state, addressing an old negro.
“Nor, sah, I doant.”
“Why?”
“Case he failed ter pervide fur his
owirhgusebol’, sah.”
“How did he fail ?”
“Wall, sah, he tuck er sheep when
er hog wuz jes’ ez handy. Anybody
oughter know dat a hog will go
much further ’mong chillun den er
sheep. Lemme tell yer! When er
man steals an’ doan steal de best,
jes’ put him down ez er hippercit
an’ er bad pusson. Dat sorter man
won’t do.”
Cyclones have been less frequent
this year than last. As the season
for their appearance has about pass
ed, those living in the dangerous
belt breathe freer.
Family Groceries,
THEY ALSO SUPPLY FARMERS AND GINNERS WITH
BAGGING AND TIES.
[laving watched for ou; - chance and been very careful in the pur
chase of our stock, we have BOUGHT CHEAPER THAN
EVER BEFORE, thus being enabled to offer
Bargains in all Kinds of Goods.
A visit to onr store, an examination of our goods and an inquiry
of our prices is all that is necessary to convince you that ours is
THE GREAT BARGAIN STORE !
ARNALL BRO’S & CO., Newnan, Ga.
W. B. ORR <fe CO
\re receiving daily additions to their stock ot GENERAL MER-
JIIANDISE, which is varied and too numerous to itemize. Full
line of Ladies, Gents and Children’s
Speak' Distinctly.
The poet Longfellow is credited
with the following story: A Pa
risian once remarked to him that
there was one American word that
he never could understand or find
in any dictionary.
“What is it?” inquired the poet.
“That eldo,” was the reply.
“I never heard of the word,” said
Longfellow.
Presently a servant came in to
replenish the fire. After patting on
a little fuel Longfellow remarked,
That will do.”
“Ha!” exclaimed the Frenchman,
that Ls the very word that has trout-
led me.”
A Great Man.
The late Duke of Wellington
used to say: “I’m ail right. If they
abolish the House of Lords, I shall
go over to Belgium. I’m Prince of
Waterloo there. When the Great
Powers swallow up Belgium, I can
still live in Spain, where I am Duke
Ciudad Rodrigo. And if Spain col
lapses I shall retire to Portugul.
where I shall end my days as Mar
quis ofTorres Vedras and Count of
Vimiero.”
Literal Sambo.
“I say, Sambo, where did you git
de shirt-studs!”
“In de shop, to be sure.
“Yah, you just told me you had’nt
no money.”
“Dat’s right.”
“How did you git dem, den!”
“Well, saw on a card in de win
<low, “Collar studs,” so I collared
deaf.
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