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Oar lives are albums, written through With good or ill, with false or true. MY UNGLE BERTIE- I always entertained a profound veneration for iny Uncle Bertie and invariably followed his counsel when he condescended to offer it; and when, th»retore, he luungod into tny rooms in Jerrnyn street one bright summer morning and advis ed me to go north for a month and recuperate I readily assented to the proposal. My dabbling in litera ture was transforming me into a pallid dyspeptic, he informed me, and he patted me on the shoulder alter his paternal fashion and toiil me 1 was a good hoy to evince such respect for an old man’s aisdom when 1 told him I was re:id> [o leave town that evening. After instructing the wa;ery-eyed youth who officiate.t as veiel-U chambre to some half d </.,-n of my own ilk to collect what few ueces.su ries I should take with me 1 .-ami! ered out with Lucie Bertie, wh proposed u chop at ids ciub and canter in the Ito-.v as iigiinaries to my departure. As we strolled arm-in-arm dia ; Pail .Mall 1 thought for the thousandth time how wondrou.sly well my kindly relative carried his years. Tall, erect, square-shouldered, his hand some head thrown lazily hack and a smile of placid contentment on his bronzed features, «n [ moving with the slow, swinging stride of power ful yet indolent youth, be would have looked more like a barely matured collegian tiian the man ol oO that he in reality was, had it not been for the thick gray mustachios that hid the corners of his finely molded lips with their heavy cava lier droop. And when 1 noted, too, how the bored countenances of the mutual acquaintances that we met expanded into a smile of pleasure as their tired optics encountered the cheery blue ones of Uncle Ber tie, l grayed yet again that i might achieve as limitless a popularity a> he was universally acknowledged to o :j.iy. Trie chop and the Row were duly indulged in, and as the shades ol evening fell athwart the sun-scorch ed pavement we two rattled in an unusually expeditious hansom to Paddington. Then, as we stood by the open door of the vehicle that was to carry me to Westmoreland, Uncle Bertie, with tlie pre-describ- ed shoulder-clasp, smiled on me and disburdened himself thtisly: “Paul, my hoy, you are going north to rest. Not a line are you to write, mind you, and, whatever other folly you are guilty of, light shy of the apple-cheeked UUs water maidens. I’ve been there myself and I know what they are. You know the matrimonial plans your mother and I have carved out for your benefit, so don’t break our hearts by getting into any disgrace ful entanglement. You’re a good- looking dog, you know, and I’m half sorry I sent you away.'’ Of course, I laughed at the warn ing and the train pulled out in the midst of my solemn promise to pay devotion to nothing hut my appe tite and woo nothing but the great speckled trout in the Lllswater “beck.” And here I may explain this allusion to my uncle and moth er's plans in my behalf. Their plans connected me matrimonially with my third or fourth cousin, Ida, a beautiful, high-strung girl of some two and twenty summers. We two had talked it over and agreed that the prospect was not a disa greeable one. We were neither of us in any hurry about the matter, however, and the perpetual squab bles that we indulged in when to gether for any length of time were the terror of u»y excellent mother, who, whenever one broke out, was certain jt was the one that was go- ing to end in the permanent es trangement of her two pets, as she called us. My mother and Ida were staying just then in the little village of Lliswater, on the very shore of the beautiful sheet of wa ter from which it takes its name, and their cottage was now my des tination. The express spun into l’enrith at 4 o’clock next morning, and after the sleepless hours I had passed a heavy, uncompromising rain that was falling did not tend to allay the illhumor that, with the capricious ness of such attacks, had suddenly fallen upon me. I bundled out ray traps upon the sodden platform and bade the obsequious porter who clutched spasmodically at my \ lise to get me a dog-cart. After an unbearable half-hour, which I spent the weather worth your while I drove to the quiiut li'tle inn the King's Head, it being toe earl to arouse my mother. Leaving the soaked quadruped and biped in the rain, the former gasping ><dth fatigue and the latter fast asleep, with his mouth wide open aud the rain pouring into it, I thundered at the door. Pretty soon there was sound of footsteps in the hallway and then some one commenced to fumble with the chain and bolt that secured the entrance.. TIi person inside, whoever it was, did not seem in any hurry, and in tny impatience I kicked vehemently at the oaken door. This having effect, 1 emitted several mildly pro fane expletives, which latter seem ed to have the desired effect. The door moved slowly open and to my astonishment, instead of meetin ihe familiar face of the hostle •ioiiu, whom I remembered so well as the friend of my boyhood, I found mysell staring amazediy and very stupidly at the grave countenance m a voting girl, i stammered tome sort or apology, which was •.mt by a stately bow and a digni fied silence. Then,on making known my requirements of a tire at which to ry inydrippiugg-.r.ii nts and a heavy Westmoreland breakfast to appease my foolish hunger, the young person bowed again. .She then vouchsafed me a wave of very pretty hand, a curt “this way sir,” and led the way to the cozy parlor. Then she told me I might g> into the kitchen and dry my clothes there, if I liked, while sh prepared the meal. Half an hour later I re-enti ed the parlor at the summons of my tigmiieit little cateress and Sound too snow-white table crammed with the delicacies that 1 think on ly Westmoreland can produce, and which certainly nothing hut \Ve3t moreland can inspire one with t proper appreciation of. Then, as tiie damsel waited upon me, I had time to study tier. Good-looking, decidedly; beauti- tul, perhaps. An ov.il face, with the full rounded cheeks of the hills ind tiie delicate shell-pink com plexion the lake breezes engen- ler. Dark (nearly black, in fact) eyes, a delicate m >uth, rather too firmly drawn down at the corners, some erili s would say,but capable of iiaiiuf.icturing a wonderfully sweet <nii!e (a- I found afterward), were the characteristics of the physiog nomy. The head was splendidly set on a full, snowy throat, and sur mounted by a tower of reddish- brown hair. He* figure was hut a point or two removed from my idea of perfection, the hands and feet infinitesimally small, and there was an all-pervading air of refine ment and breeding about the little woman that caused me to marvel lot a little at discovering her in -itch a role. I opended conversation by an in quiry after the physical welfare if the landlady, Mrs. Coulthard, and was informed that !t was, as usual, satisfactory, only that the lady had not yet arisen. Other heavy intellectual efforts were met with a chilliness of demeanor on the part of the young lady that told me plainly that my conduct so far had not impressed tier with a compli mentary estimate of me. The sun suddenly bursting out, therefore, and having consumed everything within my reach, and being asham ed to ask for more, I lit a cigar and walked over to ray mother’s cottage, mentally resolving to dis- -ipatethe unfavorable impression 1 of London ?" “It would not disconcert me in the least,” was the cool reply, and I could see Miss Ida meant to be dis- igreeable. Soit, I returned, “I will go hack to town again, and leave you here to enjoy the beau ties of the landscape, which seems to interest your ladyship so might ily.” I then reached for my hat and ■ane and bolted. Half an hour’s reflection over an other cigar in the parlor of the King’s Head sufficed to demon strate to me the impossibility of re turning to London and Uncle Ber tie with such a tale, and when tny mother came - across and pleaded with m<- to stay of course I agreed to do so. I firmly refused, however, to live under the same roof with that detestable girl, and compromised with my loving par ent on l he basis of the best bedroom at the inn and a visit once a day to the cottage. The days went by very pleasant y. Ida and I patched up a sort of truce that would be discarded for ii exhibition of frigidity on her .art and an affectation of utter in- ■iffereiicc on mine, whenever a chance aliusion to the little Hebe at lie King’s Head—whose name, <>y the way, was Mabel—cropped up. To tell the truth. Mabel and I had become very good friends, so much -o that I had told her all about Ida, aud the ridiculous coldness that existed bet s een us. The sto ry amused the little one greatly, and we had many a hearty laugh oveKfcjt as she held a piece of brok en fishing-rod for me to splice, or assisted mein the delicate opera- ion of stuffing a kingfisher that I had shot one morning on the hanks f the Lowther, in direct defiance if Lord Brougham’s gamekeeper. The girl was bright and witty, ex traordinarily well read, and deeor- us to tiie verge of prudery in her ietneanor toward myself. Sheprov- d an altogether more agreeable ompanion than my haughty Ida in her present mood, and I was not urpnsed, therefore, when one morning the latter young lady in formed me that unless I patronized the rival inn across the way and dispensed with the so ciety of Mabel 1 might keep away from the cottage. This, as was natural, I absolutely refused to do, and the result was that I saw noth- ng of my angry sweetheart for sev- ral days. I was lying in bed one morning, that beautiful serai-dreaming condition that always makes me wish for the establishment of a uni- ersal law prohibiting any one from breakfasting before 10 a. m., when, without so much as a mo ment’s warning, my Uncle Bertie urst into my chamber. I rubbed my eyes sleepily, and held out my lazed sort of way. Uucle Bertie barely touched my proffered^ in alternately cursin and shying stones at some pigeons me, hat sat huddled upon the roof of the stationmaster’s cottage, the gaudily painted trap, drawn by a had created on the ornament of the King’s Heed. Ida was reclining in a rocking- chair, her dainty French-booted pedal extremities perched on a very high footstool. She laid aside the June Temple Bar, and with a palpable yawn languidly tendered • no her left quintet of alabaster fingers. Naturally I wassomewhat surprised at her, to say the least of it, unconcerned greeting, but be fore I could rentarkon it she sigh ed, stretched herself lazily, and drawled out: “So glad to see you, l’aul, dear boy. You must attribute my lack of astonishment at your unlooked- for ad went to my having heen watching von for an hour or so at breakfast with Phyllis across the way through the very powerful rice-glass you sent me to investi gate the scenery hereabouts with If I had known what a peculiarly interesting vista its accommodating lens would first unfold to me, I should have been ever so much more grateful. Don’t you think *o?” “I was not breaklasring with her,” I returned, hotly; “she was waiting on me!” “Oh, pray do not think ine inter ested enough in you to make it to contradict spavined gray mare and dmen bj a shock-headed chawbaeon, appear ed round the corner, and buttoning my Macintosh tightly round my ciio.Xset off on my ten-mile dnve. returned the languid young woman, still more lazily. “The subject doesn't interest me a parti cle: pray let it drop.” I began to fume. “If your inter est in tue is so slight," I sneered, “possibly you would be instas well pleased if I executed a flank move ment this instant in the direction palm, and without giving me time o welcome him began to reproach ■ bitterly. You infernal young blackguard!’ ejaculated wrathfully. “You un- lici'ul young cub! To think af- our kindness to and care of i, • a y -ur acting in this abomina- fashion! Breaking your moth- r’s heart, and poor little Ida’s too, ir that matter, which hitter is a at deal more than you’re worth I heartily wish the dear giri bought as little about you as 1 do!” But, my dear uncle,” I expostula- ed,“permit me to explain ” Explain that, if you have the of rontery to attempt to, sir-r-r r!" xploded my angry relative; anU tore open his coat, dived into an nner pocket, and flung a ’etter on he coverlet. I picked it up, and recognized my mother's handwriting.' It ran as fol lows; Cairn Cottage, T'llswater. June 0.—My Dear Bertie: I wish you ould find time to run down fin- lay or so. Everything is at sixes nd sevens. Paul and Ida have juarreled about some detestable ittle minx of a waiter-girl,I believe Paul has taken up his abode at the Kin *'s Head, to be near the wretch ed girl, Ida says. The poor child is neonsolable; she spends half her time in crying, aud the other half in lamenting Paul’s perfidy. What shall I do? If you do not, know I am sure I do not. Affec tionately your sister, Beatrice Braunay. I laughed aloud. Here was a pretty pickle. I could never ade quately describe the interview be tween enraged Uncle Bertie and myself, but the upshot of it was that he ordered me out of my room at the inn, quietly preparing to possess himself of the same, amt bidding me go to the 1 didnot however, but,as I viciously remark ed to this wrathful mediator, went to the person bearing the closest resemblance to his fire-eyed majes ty that I knew of in her present mood, my angry Miss Ida. » * * * * * I sulked at my mother’s cottage for three days. ' I only met Ida at the dinner-table and what conversation we indulged m was in monosyllables. HI met heron the garden or out uj>on t heathery hills we exchanged a few ‘areless words and went on our separate ways. Serene in my con scious innocence of the shadow of anything like infidelity I bore my self- proudly, uncompromisingly, and resolved that I would see the vounglady a long way further than LTIawater before I would make any attempt at a reconciliation. So the hours dragged on, and, though my heart smote me a little at times when I caught sightof the distress ed expression on my good old mother’s face, I loafed away the time in my favorite pastime of angling, though since my Uuo’e Bertie’s arrival I had not the face to seek the boon of little Mabel’s company in my excursions. It was after one of these long rambles on the river’s banks that as I neared the village the sound of voices in animated converse, coni ng from the interior of a ciump of thick willow bushes, caused me to lesson my speed of progression, somewhat. I was sure I recogniz ed Uncle Bertie’s manly ringing tones, and my astonishment may be imagined when I discovered he x' 'nd all doubt that he was absolute ly pleading—yes, my great, tall, dignified Uncle Bertie pleading— and with a woman, too. For he ;ust then finished speaking and the sweet, flute-like voice of little Ma bel,of the King’s Head,rose in replv lohirn: “You honor me too much, sir,” she faltered, “years hence, perhaps, you would not appreciate what you are please! to call my charms as you fancy you do now.” “Appreciate you, my peeileas lit tle beauty!” gushed my uncle, and through the willows I could see his hare gray head pressing peri lously close to her bright little brown one, “a man who could tire of you, knowing you as I do (less than four days, Uncle Bertie, you old sinner) would be a Goth, a heath en, a Hottentot. Try me, my own little mountain blossom, my modest little love, my darling—!” It w r as growing quite too interest ing, when I turned to make my es cape, when I found myself face to face with Ida. She was absolutely purple u'ith suppressed laughter, and motioned me to silence wi.h a wave of her faultless dexter palm. Then I heard my name mentioned. Mabel spoke it. She said very qui etly, a little mischievously, hut oh! so happily: “But” 1 long pause, “Bertie, you know—with a sort of joyous gasp—you came up hero to rescue Mr. Paul from my designing w’iles. How could you bring yourseif to change your opinion of me so sud- lenly ?” How my estimable relative came to change his mind in this regard I shall never know. What he said JKFFEKS0X DAVIS IN St VAN X til. “Paul be- -olessed. As if the young rascal were one-fiftieth part worthy of you. He’s a scamp, my child, and you—!” Then silence, tnd once more through the willow hushes I saw- the two heads—tiie brown and the gray—but this time rhe gray one was bent over tiie orown that rested confidingly on the broad breast beneath,and lsaw he glitter of Uucle Bertie’s favorite iolitaire as his haud fondly stroked he loose tresses that escaped from heir fastenings and were flowing n luxurious waves down over Miss ‘label’s shoulders. Then I turned to Ida: “My dear,” I whispered very soft- y, “is it not infectious? I’m sure I jnd it so.” No answer, and the bright face .vas hidden by the two little hands £ have described so minutely and so often. I bent forward and drew this head, all unresisting, 'downward, tnd it rested, just as confidingly as hud Mabel’s on Uncle Bertie’s* on ny eorJaroy shooting-coat. And at the moment I believe I almost felt grateful to Mabel, Though she had robbed me of my Mentor. Don’t chaff me any more about it, young rascal,” said Uncle Bertie to me, more humbly than was his wont, as we sat smokingthat night o i the moonlit verandah overlook ing the glistening lake. ‘’The little oae is a lady, every inch of her, a»d you shan’t lose anything by finding her for me, remember that, you young dog.” And muttering some* thing about taking a stroll before bed-time, he moved away, and I smiled to myself as I saw the straight, soldierly figure move slow ly down the little street, well know iug in what direction the stroll would take it. Pant Braunay The feature of the feslivities in connection with the Chatham Ar tillery centennial, was the travail ing of Ihe bronze tablets on ti e monument of (Jen. Nathaniel Greene, of R *volutioiiar- fame. Tiie oration of tiie occasion was delivered by Col. C. C. Jones, of Augusta. After theoration, a sn- luteof thirteen guns was fired by the Chatham Artillery from tiie same guns they used at the unvail ing of the monument over fifty years ago. At the conclusion of the firing calls were made for Mr. Davis. In response, lie arose amid tremen dous cheering. He said: it might lit- possible speak at. hilt n >t to, tills vast amliun v. He could not find words equal to the occasion. This gathering is significant, he said, as it exprueses the sympathy of the people Savannah with this centennial event. The two occasions—that of the Chatham Artillery centennial and the honorin; the memory of Gen. Nathaniel Green— - ere most highly blended together. The Monies of Rhode Island and Georgia looil shoulder to shoulder, battling for independence in 1770, and it was in that great crisis of our history that Rhode Island gave her soil to Georgia to de ad the common principles of State vereignty and constitutional liberty which lived then, lives low, and which shall live forever. [Applause.] “It is true,” he said, ‘♦that immediately af ter tiie late war Georgia -seemed for a time to have lost her birthright, but she re gained her freedom, and with Rhode Is land to-day stands shoulder to shoulder in defense of constitutional liberty. ( gia threw open her arms to receiv her bosom that patriotic son of Rhode Island. [Applause.] There he east an chor, determined to stay as long as God spared him to breathe, and here lie lived and died. These are the memories that endear him to the State of Georgia, and to everyone everywhere who loves liber ty. in 177U the colonies acquire I State Sovereignty. They revolted from the mother country in a desperate struggle. That was the cause for which they fought, is ii a lost cause now? Never. Has Geor gia lost the State sovereignty, which, itli Rhode Island, she won in I77ti'.’ No,a thousand times, no. “Truth crush 'd to earth will rise again.” You may hold it down for a time, but it will rise ilia. 1; is might clothed in all the maj- v and power that God gave it: and the independence of these States, the (institutional liberty, the state sover eignty which Nathaniel Green, the -f Riiode Island, helped to win fur Geor- riu as well as for Riiode Island, can nev i- die. ! thank you.for the honor of your egard, and I hope God may bless you. At the close of Mr. Davis’s re marks there was a mighty surge in ihe crowd, and the next moment the stage was tilled by veterans eager to grasp the hand of the old tatesman. So great was the rush that there was danger of Mr. Davis being crashed. A lane was cleared, however, and he was escorted to a carriage, in which he was conveyed to the City Exchange. Here he ave a reception to the battalion of Cadets from the South Ctrolina Military Academy. Mr. Davis re marked to them that the cadets at Charleston had always turned out the best men in the Palmetto State. ANOTHER SPEECH At the banquet given by the Savannah Volunteer Guards Bat talion at night Mr. Davis entered, while Gov. McDaniel was speaking and was greeted with tremendous cheering. When Gov. McDaniel had concluded, Mr. Davis, in response to a continued ovation, said: If Savannah needs a guard, here it is; ifutile United States needs defenders, here they are; if the United States needs troops for war, I don’t know where they •ould get better, braver and more trust- vortliy soldiers than right here in Geor- :ia. In the days of Coleman’s existence, Georgians were taught the path of duty by a man who spent his fortune in taking lebtors out of prison.^ Yours is a grand istory as the F.mpire State of the South. Applause. You gave to tiie Union, out of vour original territory, two States—Alabama and Mississippi— and they are proud of their parents. [Applause.; In the history of Georgia one tiling always stood preeminently prominent—the assertion and main tenance of independence and dignity of the sovereignty—not the sovereignty that oppresses and encroaches upon that of others, but that which always uplifts its hands in defense. There are some who take it for granted that when I allude to State sovereignty I want to bring on another war. I am too old to fight again and God knows I don’t want y iu to have tiie necessity for lighting again. [Applause.] However, if that necessity should arise, I know you will meet it as you have always discharged even-duty that you felt called upon to perform. The Standard says: The Chics g > bomb may originally have been intended for the Czar or the English Home Secretary, but it is impossi ble to insure that such wares shall be kept exclusively for foreign consumption. Kate Field says: “There can be fonnd no grand men without grand mothers.” True’ very true, Kate, nad great-grandmothers. (i. A.R. GRAM) MARCH. It is a pleasure to notice such compositions as this elegant New March by tbe famous composer, John Welgand. It is certainly one of the most pleasing spirited and GENERAL NtWri Lieut. Gov. Knobloch. of Louis ian.!, has resigned, and is succeeded : >y R. C. Davy, pro tem., .Speaker of I he Sen i’e l is now reported that tlier • s little hope (or the recovery of e.v- I’n sident Arthur, who is said to be much weaker than he was a week ago. Representative .1. \V. Throckmor ton, of tiie Fifth Texas district, has announced that he will not be a candidate for re-election to Con gress. The Amalgamated Association of Iron and Steel Workers will hold a tariff demonstration at Beaver, Pa , June 5. They will probably ask Congress to present them the Unit ed States on a silver waiter. The president has nominated James H. McLeary, of Texas, to be associate Justice of the Supreme Court of Montana, vice Charles R. Pollard, of Michigan, whose nom ination is rejected by the Senate. It is believed that Michael Schwab, arrested at Chicago, is the man who threw the bomb which killed and wounded so many police officers Tuesday evening. The po lice claim to he able to establish his guilt. Secretary Manning is at Old Point Comfort. He has abandoned whatever desire he may have hml to resign from the Cabinet, and this is said to he at the personal request of the President and in deference to the wishes of the New York politi cians. The whiskey men are beforet 'on- gress,as usua , with a measure for their benefit. So constant and reg ular have been the demands of tbe liquor men for legislative ben efits that the belief lias arisen that they are lineal descendants of the horseleaeh who continually cried “Give, give.” The Democratic members of the Ohio Senate with one exception have left their seats and tiie ir state, thus destroying the quorum and preventing the ousting ot tiie four Democratic Senators from Hamil ton county and the seating of their Republican oppo nent;. They swear they will not come back until there lias been an adjournment,while the Republicans swear they will not adjourn. Mean while the state is the gainer, as no new laws can be passed. Tiie Anarchist Poles of Milwau kee sent their countryman, Alder man Rudinski, to protest against what they characterize as the ‘murder of their countrymen” by the military. -‘You go back and tell your comrades,” said the Gov ernor, “that I shall insist upon their remaining quietly at home or go ing to work, and that I shall stop their assembling in crowds for pur poses of riot if I have to call every able-bodied man in the State into service to do it.” These are the sentiments of all honest people to ward the wild Anarchists. Bay view,a surburb of Milwaukee, had its Anarchist sensation Wed nesday. A large body of Polish Socialists started out early in the day to destroy certain manufactor ies that were running under military protection. Six compa nies of troops marched out as the rioters approa> hed. The latter paid no attention to the orders to halt, and the military fired upon them, killing two and fatally wounding three others, among the latter be- ing a 14-year-old school boy,' who with his books under his arm marched in the ranks of the riofers The names of the killed and wound ed indicate that the mob were all Polanders. After their dispersal the mob returned to Milwaukee and sacked the residence of Cap tain Borchurdt, of the Kosciusko Guards, who was on duty with the forces when the firing was done. HAS COME FOR Medals, Badges 'ND Summer (*oous> 1 hev can l»e Manufactured m Newnan Hv W. E. Avery &Eo. He have found our business increasing even at this time ol x ear imi have added another workman to our force and hope to before prompt in the execution of all Watch, Clock and Jewelry repairing Our stock of Watches. Clocks, Jewelry, Silverware, Spectacles. Fancy Stationary, A-c., will lie kept up to the times in Styles and XV. B. AVERY & CO. W S. Winter!?, ESTABLISHED 1873. G. 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