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VOL. XVIli.
ON THE EDGE of the MARSH.
. nr noTn mtat.
Tel! the year on the marsh is old.
th# Pedces 9hri “t
Baclt from the sea-nbol-s frosty brink.
iwin ths west a wind-cloud lies.
and Wlld “ >• autumn skies.
Over the marshes, mournfully,
Dnfts the sound of the restless se.
m roil*.
w"de?n/'* 6n “"? m * rsh “• j
Th.!t and “ rm “ the OM* noon.
The flow,™, rushes fringe
VTith slender shadows, dim and cool
White ” caUs
and through the heat*
Ra’a faint puls©3 beat.
pL A. Bassett, in Harper's,
OUR HOSTESS’S DAUGHTER.
•• Come,” I said, rising and throwing
aside my book— “come, Traverse, we
have had w'orfc enough for one day.
Let us take a sunset walk on the old
ramparts, and have our tea at that
charming little rtstaurant under the
beeches.
Traverse took a last lingering look
at his sketch, then carefully set back
the ‘easel against the wall, and we
descended the stair from our apart
ments on the upper door, where we
enjoyed a view of the housetops of
the quaint little town of Neurt ids, on
the banks of the wide and winding
llhlne.
“Stop a moment,” Trawr-e said, as
we reached the first ihxir. “We will
see If there are any letters. I desired
the Frau Hansing not to bring them
up hereafter, for, good woman though
she Is. her talk is rather overpower
i:g.”
We had been recommended to Frau
Hanging's lodgings by a fair cousin of
ray own who was visiting s ime lialf-
English, half-terman relatives near
Bonn.
“If you stop at Neur-Ule," she
wrote, “my relative, Madame Est or}',
desires me to say that you will find ex
cellent lodgings with Frau Hansing,
an old and faithful servant of hers,
who will make you very comfortable."
And, despite Frau Hansing * love of
talking, of-Which Traverse mildly com-
the promise
swer to Traverse’s light tap, and her
plump, rosy face assumed an express
ion of commis ration and sympathy.
“ Ah, mein Ht rr. bo sorry ! No let
ters to-day—though," she add* and, cheer
fully, in her broken English, on which
she prid and herself. “ Likely ttierewill
Incomes much letters one day, to-mor
row, and then the Herr shall rejoice to
his full contentment to hear from Ids
home.”
Over her shoulder I saw that she
had and< j c irated her little sitting-room
with flowers and evergreens.
•• You are expecting company, Frau
Hansing?"
“ Ah, yes, mein Herr; but it is only
ty little Bertha—my daughter, who
companion to Madame Estorf. A
nice, dear little girl, and my only
one."
And the old lady's eyes shone with
pride and delight as she thus spoke of
her daughter:
“She is with madame, who is now
at Rudesheim, (n a visit; and, its being
so near, madame has kindly consented
to her coming to us for one week. She
is very clever and pretty, is my little
Bertha, though it is I who say it; for,
was she not brought up by madame,
and in great part with madame’s own
granddaughter, the Fraulein Estorf?
It was very kind of them to treat my
little Bertha so well; but. then, I my
self was nurse to the poor little grand
daughter when her own mother died.
Well, she is a great heiress now, as the
Herr knows."
. It was true that my Cousin Julia, In
describing the family in which she was
now staying, had more than •once al
luded to this Fraulein Estorf. She
was granddaughter of the old madarne
of the same name, and was the real
owner of the estate on which they re
sided near Bonn, with the handsome
chateau and the valuable vineyards
adjoining. Beyor.d this, I knew noth
ing of the Fraulein Estorf; though the
probability was that I might some
time meet her. as in this our summer's
holiday-trip Traverse and I were
slowly making our way up the Rhine
toward Bonn—which was, in fact, the
objective point of my travels; for I
must let the reader into the secret of
my engagement to. my fair English
cousin. Julia.
That evening, returning rather late
from our al fresco tea, we observed
Frau Hanging's door half open, and
the tall, graceful figure of a young girl
standing under the hanging-lamp read
ing a letter.
•‘That must he Bertlia,” said Tra
verse, his artist's eye instantly attract
ed. “ Let us see what she is like.”
“ Any letters yet, Fraa Ilansing?”
he inquired, peering Into the room; and
;he girl turned around quickly, dis
playing a lovely, piquant, brunette
iaee, with dark eyes and delicate
cherrv-red lips.
“ Frau Hanging is out,” she said,
modestly.
“1 beg your pardon. You are the
Fraulein Bertlia’'” said Travirse, re
solved, as it seemed, to make her a>
' S^at , w n f H at the Same tilM lif t'
“ th * rac -td courtesy.
prise Sd Hn3w ! re<l - with somesur
pribo and also a certain reserve
expected 8 ' C bUt 1 . knew y° were
expected. And since the Frau Ilan
S!d enough WU ‘ the Fri *lein be
Sm' S b y^ glVe me if
up the stairs, and it was
“„V" "“<> y S
i2SKxfe “.te-”,." i
about her
quite magnetic.”
bo indeed it appeared, judging from
the frequency with which, on the fol
lowing day, my friend journeyed up
and down the stairs, at first anxious to
receive letters and then on some
newly-discpvered business which ne
cessitated frequent inquiries at the
door of Frau Hansing’s rooms. More
than ohee, in passing this door, I
beheld him seated on our landlady's
horsehair sofa, engaged in an animated
conversation with Bertha.
“Do you know,” said he, with the
air of one cominunieat ng an important
discovery, “ that the Fraulein is as in
telligent and accomplished as she is
bciiutii'A? What a pity that she is
only our landlady’s daughter J”
Thus the week passed. For myself, I
only saw Bertha in the evenings. She
certainly was a charming girl, refined
and ladybke, though dressing in a
simple bourgeoise style, and engaging,
as we had opportunity of observing, in
occupations not above her station—
such as; ■ knitting stockings for her
assisting the old lady in
honselwil Wutleg, even to cooking and
cleaning. That she did not do this at
the chafer, a she acknowledged. Her
business there was to walk out With
and read to the old sand a me. evfcn to
sing and piny for her 7and she played
uncommonly well, its we bad oppor
tunity for observing.
“It is unfortunate,’' I remarked,
“that the girl has beeneducatidabove
her station. She is sup rior to marry
ing a common bourgeois©, and is not
yet fitted form higher rank by reason of
“That i* true,” said Traverse, slow
ly. "Now, for instance, if I wer,e to
.think of marrying Jj; rpha, charming
in fiiw/wc
don't think I could bring myself to take
such a step. I shall require good birth
in the woman whom I marry.”
“ Ihen hadn’t you better break off at
once, with the Fraulein B Ttba?
se-ios to me that you are carrying this
matter too far not to give it a serious
ending.”
*' she is going away in a day or two,”
lie answered, rather dolefully.
And she did go. We saw her back
into tlie stage which was to take her
liack to liud sheim and Ma lame Es
torf, and, judging from her bright face
and laughing adieus, she earriid away
a h -arl as whole as she had brought to
Neureide. But with my friend It was
different, and from the hour of her de
parture lie became restless and dissat
isfied. We consequently soon resume and
our pilgrimage up the Rhine, stopping
here and there wherever wefound any
thing specially picturesque or interest
ing to afford a subject for our amateur
pencils.
It was on September I that we
reached Bonn. Leaving my friend at
a hotel. I lost no fine in making my
way to the Chateau Hotherberg, about
two English miles from the town,
where 1 had the great delight of being
greeted by Julia, looking fairer and
sweeter, I thought, ttian I had ever
liefore seen her. Madame Estorf also
accorded me a most kindly welcome,
and on learning that I was accom
panied by-a friend, insisted upon our
both dining with her on the following
day.
When I mentioned to Julia our
meeting with Madame Estorf’s pretty
companion at Neureide, she laughed
merrily.
“She is the most arrant of little
coquettes, that Bertlia Ilansing,” she
said. “My cousin has quite spoil and
her; and so Indeed lias the Fraulein
Estorf. But she is a good girl, never
theless, and I don’t wonder tfiat her
mother is so proud of her.”
Wh re is this Fraulein Estorf?” I
inquired.
“I will introduce you to-morrow.
Si.e is not nearly so pretty, in my
opinion, as little Bertha,” she added,
lightly, “but then she is an heiress,
and 1 confess that were I not so cer
tain of your not being of a mercenary
nature, I should be afraid to expose
you to Buch a temptation. As It is, I
shall insist upon your bringing your
friend, since you describe him as so
hand ome aid fascinating. That will
deprive you of all chance of making
an impression upon the heiress,” she
concluded, mischievously.
On taking leave, Julia and Madame
Estorfs nephew, a youth on a vaca
tion visit, accompanied me on a pri
vate path through the grounds. The
scenery was lovely and the view from
the highest point of the shaded terrace
way fine bryond description, and so I
told Traverse on my return to the
hotel.
“ I will accompany you to-morrow
as far as that point,” lie said, “as it
may a id a subject to my portfolio; but
WASHINGTON, GA, FRIDAY, MINE 15, 1883.
1 must deellne the madame’s hospit
able invitation. To teH you the truth
Elliott, I don’t dare expose myself t{
the possibility of again meeting Borthf
Hansing.'*
I rather approved of the resolution;
so on the following day w© left our con
veyance at the entrance to the grounds
land proceeded along the terraced path-
Iway toward the chateau. At the point
lot view already mentioned was a little
■round, open pavilion, upon reaching
[which, imagine our surprise to behold
fceuted there, in a comfortable wheeled
bhair, old Madame Estorf, and by her
|ide our landlady's daughter, the fair
■lertha, reading to the old lady from a
pTreneh novel
It was too late to retreat; so we
came forward with all possible dignity,
and I formally presented my friend to I
madame, who, in her turn, quietly re- j
marked: “1 think you and Bertha "have '
met before.”
Bertha blushed to her fair temples,
but glanced up with a demure, half
roguish smile. Even to me she looked
more charming than ever, being dressed
more richly and becomingly than I hart
yet seen her.
“ This is a favorite haunt of ours,”
explained the old lady, “ But the sun
is getting uncomfortably warm, and it
is high time that I'eter should come for
me.”
I’eter did presently appear, and as ho
leisurely wheeled liis mistress home
ward, I walked by her side, leaving
Traverse and Bertha to follow.
On arriving at the chateau, madame,
accompanied by her companion, went
away to attend to her toilet, she said,
and Traverse and 1 were for a few
moments left alone In the saloon.
“ It is all up with me, Eliott,” he
said, in a low voice, but with singular
firmness. “It is au unworthy pride,
after nil, which would lead a man to
sacrifice the woman he loves to
autocratic prejudice. 1 now know
thft Ido really love Bertha; and If
# will have me I will marry her.
S#e is a perfect lady in all but birth.”
It was no time fori remonstrance.
.Tula’s step was in the ball, and affer
wuifd Madame Jfstoff again made hit
apjfearance, arrayed rfir' grand ,ffig \
for diW. ,- ' j)^r to |
“ .ShSl(gt-e Wie WjLvtf a j lad f
again?” I • ventulp#i' nc T
Julia, but madapA not ait" |
caught the quietly, |
. j
irCScte FrauUin Estorf. Ah,
sic ly-vfrigscirTni Ar’ : ya
A graceful, elegant girl, richly 1
dressed iu allk and in e, stood in the*
doorway. Could it bo possible? This
young lady was certainly our landlady's
daughter. There were the same regular
features, the same roguish eyes, though
her manner was now one of more
stately dignity.
Traverse stood as if petrified. , But
tho young lady came forward and
offered her hand to both of us, withfi ;
charming air of archness and grace. ||
“ You have known me before as your
hmdlady's daughter,” she said. “That
was your own fault in the first in
stance and not mine. I am Bertha
Estorf.”
Jt did not take long to explain the
mystery.
“The Frau Ilansing is my foster
mother,” said the young lady, “and
when I go to Neureide, as I sometimes
do on business for my grandmother, I
slay at her house. Sue was expecting
liar daughter on the occasion when I
met you, but grandmamma concluded
to send me and allow Bertha to visit
tier mother later. I did not know of
you gentlemen being at Neureide, and
since it pleased you. to take me for
your landlady's daughter, I thought it
best to humor you in the fancy. Isn't
that sufficient explanation, grand
mamma?” she added, with a charming
smile us she turned toward the o!tt
lady.
“ Quite sufficient for the present.
We were all in the secret, my little
English cousin. included,” siie said,
glancing at Julia, whose eyes were
sparkling with delight through the
half-deprecating look which she cast
at me
“ You will forgive my deceit, won’t
you V" she whispered, as we proceeded
down the long gallery todinner. “But
it seemed such fun! A real plot, such
as we read of in novels. And, do you
know,” she added, lower still, “ I think
it will end as novels do, in a mar
riage!”
“in two marriages,” I corrected
her. And, as it turned out, my pre
diction was fulfilled.
1 and my wife pay a visit every
summer to the (.'bateau Hotherberg
and admire Mrs. Traverse's embroil
ery and her husband’s pictures. And
which is the happiest couple perhaps
the reader would find It difficult to
decide.
i 1 .!”! 1 lU-Ji-'.lULLlll'.JglJ
There are in the limits of New York
city 78,338 buildings occupied wholly
or in part as dwelling houses. There
are 200,000 families, with an average
of sixteen persons to a dwelling.
About 32,060 families own the houses
they live in, leaving 108,000 families
in rented houses.
It is estimated that there are 4,000,-
000 of sheep in Texas, Which number
will be increa ed during the coming
season ta 5,500,000, worth 113,500,
000.
THEBAD BOY IN A NEW ROLE
KB EXPLAINS HOW HE RECEIVED A
BLACK EVE.
.Taking the Part of a filrl Who Hail For
nu*rly litM'it Ilia School mntefl<‘lrieiuiinfr
tho FrlondleHß.
The Milwaukee Sun's fumous had
boy appears in an entirely, new role in
the following sketch:
■‘Ah. ha, you have got your deserts
at last,” said the grocery man to the
bait boy, as became in With one eye
black, and his nose peeled on one side,
and sat down on a board across the
iconl scuttle, and begun whistling as
unconcerned as possible. .“What’s
the matter with your eye?”
“Boy tried to gouge It out without
Haling my consent,” anil the ban boy
took a dried herring out of the box
and began peeling it. “He is fa bed
now, and his nia is poulticing him, and
she says lie will be out about the last
of next week.”
“ Oh, you are going to he a prize
fighter, ain’t you,”" said the grocery
man, disgusted, ‘t When a boy leaves
a job where ho is working, and goes to
loafing around, he becomes a fighter
the first thing. ,/What your pa ought
to do is hind you out with a farmer,
where you would have to work all the
time, I wirih you would go away from
here, because you look like one of
these fellows that comes up before the
polidje judge Monday morning, and
get. 7 thirty days in the house of cor
rection. Why don’t you go out and
loaf around a slaughter-house, where
yo* would look appropriate?” and the
grocery man took a hair-brush and
brushed somo loose sugar and ten. that
Wijs on the counter, Into the sugar
batrel.
Well, if you have got through with
yojiir sermon, 1 will toot a little on my
hern," and the boy threw the remains
of)the herring over behind a barrel of
potatoes, and wiped his hands on a
cijiffeq sack. “If you had this black
"tie, and had got it tbe way I did, it
would be a more priceless gem in the
frown of glory you hope to wear, than
Any gem you can get by putting
•uarters in the collection, plate, with.
J lie holes filled with lead, aY \iai aid*
last Sunday, when 1 was
>h, didn’t you look pious when
(picked that filled quarter out, and hi
* our thumb over the pla"ft where ■
".'oral was. The way of the black 1
pschohws in the ward sclioul, 'wiijSJ
vwas in the intermedia*; dnpartrocW
llhe was just as handsome nsfl
iteach, and everybody liked
At recess she used to take my
when the boys knocked mearoimdfl
she lived near us. She had a lisfl
big ;is that, cheese box, and
that’s what's the matter. Arfl
Sim left school, and then it
she was going to be married to 1H
k>w who is now in the duiker busiiH
but lie went back on her and
g” ’ lie her ma turned her cut do/|H
for a year or two she was saU|M
in a saloon until the lipyojl
ped conceits, HlMi tried hard tq
sewing to do, bn? they wouldn’t'
a her, I guess ’cause she cried sp
if inch when she was sewing, and the
tjears wet the Cloth she was sewing on.
<|tnce I askeil pa why ma didn't give
fier some sewing to do, and he said tor
me to dry up and never speak to her if
P met her on the street. It seemed
fluff to pass her on the street, when she
Had tears in her eyes as big as marbles,
iind not speak to her when I know her
|o well, and she had been so kind to me
,t school, just cause* a dude wouldn’t
Kfciarry her, but I wanted to obey pa, so
(Jkused to walk around a block when
[ ffee her coming, ’cause I didn’t want
toliiurt her feelings. Well, last night
sheVume in the store, looking pretty
shabby, and wanted a glass of soda,
and I (gave it to her, and oh, how her
hand trembled when she raised the
glass to her lips, and how wet her eyes
were, and how pale her face was. I
choked up-sa I couldn't speak when
she handed me thq nickel, and when
she looked up at rile and smiled just
likeshe used to, and said I was getting
to he almost a man since wo went to
school at the old school-house, and put
her handkerchief to her eyes, by gosh,
mv eyes got so full I couldn't tell
whether it was a nickel or a lozenger
she (fave me. Just then one of those
loafers began to laugh at her and call
her names, and say the police ought to
take her up, anil lie made fun of her
until-she cried some more, and I- got
hot and went around to where he was
and told him if he said another
unkind word to that girl I
would maul him. He laughed and
asked if she was my sister, and I told
him that a poor friendless giri, who was
sick and in distress, and who was in
sulted, ought to lie every boy’s sister,
tor a minute, and any boy who had a
spark of manhood should protect her,
and then he laughed and said X ought
to be one of the Little Sisters of the
Poor, and he took hold of her failed
shawl and pulled the weak girl against
the show-ease, and said something
mean to her, and she looked as though
she wanted to die, and I mashed that
boy one right on the nose. Well, the
air seemed to be full of me for a pdn
ute, cause he was bigger than me, and
he got me down anil got his thumb
in my eye. I guess he was going to
take my eye out, but I tended him
over and got on top and I mauled bin
until he begged, but 1 wouldn’i
let him up till he asked th<
girl's pardon, and- Swore he would
whip any boy that insulted her,
and then I let him up, and the
girl thanked me, but 1 told her 1
couldn’t speak to her, cause she was
tuff, and pa didn’t want me to speak
to anybody who was tuff, but if any
body ever insulted her so she had to
cry, that I would whip him if I had
to take a club. I told pa about it, and
I thought he would be mad at me lor
taking the part of a girl that was tuff,
hut by gosh -pa hugged me, and the
toars come in his eyes, ami he said I
had got good blood in me, and I did
just right, and if I would show him
the father of tho boy that I whipped,
pa said he would whip the old man,
find ma said for me to find the poor
girl and send her up to the house and
she would give her a job making
pillow-cases and night shirts. Don't
it seem queer to * you that everybody
goes banf on a poor girl cause she
makes a mistake, and the whelp that
is to blame gets a ehrorno. It makes
me tired to tniuk of it,” and the boy
got up and shook himself, and looked
in the cracked mirror hanging upon
a post, to see how his eye wuf getting
along.
“Say, young fillow, you ire a thor
oughbred,” said the grocery Ban, as he
sprinkled some water on thAqiaragus
and lettuce, "and you can cjßneinbijH
and get all the herring yoiAuint, h
never mind the black eye. A
had it myself. Yes, it does^H^fl
to see people never allows
form. Now, in Bible tiiti
forgave Mary, or
now what hoiyii
a better iru
is
and thj
Moifl
inSg
il*
nr iinNKS
slyli ul
of levers dH
made to recora^H
cardiac and casern
Edinburgh Review.
A Roman IfngcfflH
The tournament ini the v8j8,.,
hews, at Rome, in honor of
riage of the Duke of (lenoa, jJ
interesting spectacle. It wBiTutHWI
membered that the piazza *ll Scena,
which was planned for pamcants of
this kind, and where many hAve been
given since the days of Pope ftaul V„
lias exactly the outline of an Smelent
Roman circus. The seats wliicfi have
been erected along the sides and! semi
circular ends were filled withl about
thirteen thousand spectators, tn the
royal pavilii n, on the middle 4)l’ one
side, hung with crimson velvelt and
decorated with flowers, were tliel king
and queen, ttic bride and l.ri leglroom,
the Duke of Aosta and J’rlned Ar
ntilpii, of Bavaria, with their respect
ive suites On their 'right wlus a
pavilion for foreign ambassadors! and
envoys, and on the left others ft 5' dr
families and the cabinet rhinixlters.
The cavaliers, all young Italian ndbl n
and cavalry officers, divided ini fot r
squadrons of thirty-four rider < .
two representing Bavarians ami two
Italians, wero mounted on ri chlv
caparisoned thoroughbred horses and
wore handsome sixteenth century |oos
tumes of gay colors, with plumed li\ats.
They rode into the lists preceded! by
the herald, Prince Odescalclil, truing t
ers and standard hearers, and were led
by the young*Prince Naples, who ac
quitted himself gallantly. The spoi ls
were of the various kinds practiced at
such pageants—since tilting went out
with tiie use of armor—the Turk’s
head, the hunt of the rosff and the like.
The men rode well, and the evolutioni*.
especially those at a hand galo p arid
over hurdles, were admirably executed
and excited loud buigts of implausi
•So gay a spectacle has not been .wit
nessed In Rome for many year*.
NO. 24.
THE BLACK HORSES.
Have you seen the blaok horaes
As they stand in their places,
With the steam of their nostrils
And the fire of their faces,
As they shine in their harness
For their swift,*splendid races?
When they run in the darkness
How they flame in their going!
How they spnm earth behind them!
How the heat in them glowing
Leaves a trail on the night
From the sparks they are throwing
And the hand of tho master—
Perchance you have wondered
How it kept a firm rein
White they lightened and thundered
In the speed of their passage
As midnight was sundered.
Oh, grand are the horses
That whirl us, unsparing
By hillside and hollow,
Their vigor declaring:
And grand are the drivers
Who urge on their daring!
Fly faster and faster,
(*)h, gallant black horses,
As ye fling the hot spume-flakes
Along your smooth
Fly faster, for
Shall add to your
And grip the loi
Oh,h^4[
action.—Asß
i hurley, <
household, stood^HHmEll^pgpK
ested iooker-ou
paring potatoes for dinner. 1 resent ly
she made a sign of discontinuing the
work with a single potato left un
peeled and unwashed. The little fel
low reached into the pan, took it in Ids
chubby hand, and turning his bright
eyes in an appealing glance to gra id
ma’s face, exclaimed; “Take ’im c’oe:}
off and give ’im baff, too.”
A gentleman, who is said to be “one
of the poets laureat of the United
States,” has written a poem a- sciip
tive of a visit to Eg pt, in which he
says: “ Then to the railroad we did B<>
To taketlie cars for Ca-i-ro, Toseethe
pyramids was our intent, 8o from Al
exandria we went." We never under
stood before just what was u cant by a
“ poet laureat of the United states,”
but it is clear from this specimen that
the country is well supplied with them.
—Ron Mown Herald.
Inquirer—You wish to set Mr.
Snaggs and his next door neighbor to
lighting. Easy enough. Some bark
night just take a load of ashes and old
oystet cans and dump them in Si aggs’
hack yfard. He’ll lay it to his neigh i >or
and Sling ’em over the fenca The
neighbor’ll be ma filer thanacandidate
for office beaten by one vote, an I will
sling 'em back. Then tilings will
hum; law suits, pulled nosei and
bloody heads will result, and you can
sit back and seethefun.— Soeton Rout,