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[For The Sonny Sonth.l THE COURTING PINE. BY MISS MABY B. [In Isle of Wight connty. Virginia, there is a pine tree cuppoced to have some influence on all \*ho \i§it it with their girls ; consequently, our young gents always make it convenient, when driving out with the fair sex, to go in that direction. The ground-work of the poem was riven Miss B. by a fellow whom it is supposed •• has been there ’’ and knows how it is himself.] Beside a broad and rapid stream, Down on the glistening sands, Sparkling and bright as a summer's dream. An aged pine tree stands. And its nodding branches all night long, Are wooed to sleep by the river's song. When evening veils the face of day, And all around is still 8ave for the tender, plaintive lay Of the low-voiced whippoorwill— W hen the hush is e’en to the waters brought, ’Tis here the fairies hold their court. And by the moonbeams’ silvery light, In the silence hushed and deep. Decked in their robes of misty white, These sprites their revels keep; And here, till morn bids darkness fly, They dance, unseen by human eye. But on this sparkling, gravelly mound Which the faiiies love so well, A s far as the pine tree shades the ground, They have cast a mystic spell. And mortals venturing there to rove. Are captives made to the power of love. So lovers now wbo’d enlist the might Of the friendly fairies’ aid. Stroll here with their maids in the fair moonlight, ’Neath the pine tree’s mystic shade ; For the coldest heart will here grow warm As it yields to the power of the potent charm. Daybxsck, Va, [For The Sunny South.] WON, AND WORTH WINNING. BY MBS. AMELIA V. PURDY. Scene, street; time, sunset; dramatis persona-, a tall, regal woman in shabby mourning and widow’s cap, face intellectual, classic rather than sweet, flushed now as arose, the luminous dark, hazel eyes sparkling like winter stars; a strik ingly handsome man, with a noble, Saxon face, honest, gentle and true, with laughing, violet eyes. The lady is angry, and speaks low and emphatically. “I do not want to marry, and I have told you that three times. I have never given you any encouragement. Though the conventional year has expired, I am not husband hunting. There is nothing on God’s green footstool so utterly silly and contemptible as husband-hunting wid ows and wife-hunting widowers. I do not pro pose to be numbered among the shallow legion. I can support myself, and if you were a gentle man, you would cease to persecute me. You follow me like an avenging spirit up one street and down another. You annoy me with letters I never read. If you had either pride or manli ness, you would conquer this infatuation for a woman whose heart died two years ago and is buried in the grave. You will compel me to leave this place.” How hard she was and how pitiless ! His face whitened; the laughing eyes grew bitter with pain. “Iam mad, of course,” he answered. “All men have their season of lunacy in love or busi ness, and common humanity would suggest that the same be pitiful to fools and madmen. I feel the degradation of my position keenly, and I have tried to conquer this infatuation and have failed—I, who laughed at and despised any man who wasted his affections on any woman who would not respond. But what do you want? I can take good care of you, and I do not ask the love you have given the dead. The second love of some is worth much more than the first love of others. Am I so detestable that you prefer poverty to competence with me ’?” “ A competence will not satisfy me,” she an swers coolly. “I earn meat and bread; With you I should have meat and bread and plain dessert, and perhaps two good dresses a year. When 1 marry, I must have silver, plate, jewels, a French maid and Paris dresser, and spend my summers abroad. Mr. Hume, if you will settle one hundred thousand upon me, I will marry you.” Her motive was so transparent that it would not have deceived the most artless. “ 'Will you give me time to make it?" with a sardonic smile, and showing no signs of retreat, as she had expected. “You have said that you will marry me when I am able to deed to you one hundred thousand. Mrs. Clarke, I will make it! You have given your promise !" “ Caught, and fairly,” the woman mused. “But I am sale; he will never make it.” “ Shake hands,” he said quietly, “and good bye.” She gave him the tips of her gloved fingers laughingly, and he was gone. She looked after him and turned to enter her boarding-house. “ He will never make it,” she said coolly. “ He is honest and large-hearted. It is your microscopic-souled, one-idead, miserly natures who make and keep thousands and millions. How very lar gone he must be, when that busi ness-like proposition did not disgust him.” She is admired at a distance. She does not receive company and declines introductions. Women do not like her. She is too solid, and when brought face to face with frivolity, poor frivolity retires aghast at her sarcasms. She meets Hume no more, and, woman-like, misses her persecutor, and receives in dead silence the rents of his property, turned over to her by his lawyer, who inlorms her that he has deeded all he was worth to her and has gone to California. The situation is romantic enough to satisfy the most pronounced reader of yellow-covered literature, but she does not enjoy it. Sitting by her fire in the third-rate boarding-house, with knit brows, she ponders upon its responsibility, half incensed, and dtprtcates his Quixotism; and the temptation to abandon teaching and en ter business is strong. “1 would like to be a real estate agent and stock broker,” she says softly. “I have always lelt, when visiting Wall street, that my place was there, but 1 will net risk the rents the first ven ture. I'll sell my piano and jewels, and invest my own funds, and if 1 fail, 1 will return to teaching, and let his rents accumulate.” She rented a (mall office and furnished it near Wall street, and made her first venture in stocks. Men stared, but when her first speculation treb led her money, they hurrahed (in her absence), and treated her with chivalrous courtesy. She talked lusiness cnly, and with abrupt direct ness. Her lace grew colder, haider, and the ice of be r manner kept the most daring afar. After awhile, a shrewd old financier received a hint fie m her that saved him thousands, and he gave her slrewdness publicity, and went again to consult and ask advice. She prosy ered. A la Midas, all she touched tu mod into gold. In ten years, the lorty thou- sand deeded to her had increased to one hun dred thousand, and she began to long for Hume’s retuin with sharp compunctions of conscience. She was now thirty-six, but Time in passing had left not a trace of his flight, and there were ftw wom'tnof twenty-five as fresh and fair. She Lad been keeping house for years in a small Ircwn stone, luxuriously furnished, and had for a companion a reduced gentlewoman, who took en tire charge of the servants; butscmetimes the wo man cropped out as she drove down town and P a ssed the little school children on the pave, a nd memory recalled the fairy-like three-year- old, whose musical laughter and broken speech had once made her home passing sweet; and with tears dropping hot and fast, she acknowl edged that she was lonely and desolate, and had lost the best that life affords, and that the sturdy i washerwoman who went out daily to work, hav ing affection, was the richest after all. Sitting at her desk, busily writing, a man drew near unobserved and stood quietly waiting. She looked up. “I beg pardon, Dr. Jones; you should have j spoken. Have you been waiting long ?” “ Not very,” he answered. “ I have just come I from Bellevue. There is a man there, and very ; low, who has directed that you should be sent for. I can accompany you if you like. I do not know his name; in fact, I did not ask.” She made ready in an instant, and soon reach ed Bellevue, feeling that the sick man was Hume, and that he had returned only to die. Her intuitions were correct. On the bed lay all that was left of him. The violet eyes were sunk en, the cheeks hollow, thin to attenuation, arms tossing wildly in delirium. “ I made it and lost it!” he shrieked as she entered. “It was stolen—stolen—stolen !” The hard face softened, the cold eyes filled on hearing this, and she felt, looking upon him, shorn of his perfect manhood, iraational, dying, that she was to blame. “What is the nature of the disense?” she asked, turning to the physician in attendance. “African fever,” he replied, “aggravated by mental trouble. It seems that he had been unusually fortunate at the mines, and was robbed of the diamonds and a large sum of money. Many of the men died off St. Helena. This man has an iron constitution, and may re cover, but I think it doubtful.” “For God’s sake don’t send me away! I couldn’t help it!” rang out shrilly from the suf ferer. “ He has not been rational for two days,” con tinued the physician. “It is a pretty bad case.” He spoke frigidly, uninterestedly. Physi cians’ sympathies seldom extend beyond their own families. What was the man to him ? and familiarity with suffering petrifies. The medi cal student who faints dead away at the first en trance into a dissecting-room or witnessing an amputation, will in a few months’ time see a human being die under his knife, and take it as a mere matter of course. It will not affect his spirits or appetite two days. The lady calls him to order w ; th one glance of her keen eyes, and flippancy falls off like a cloak, and he bows in involuntary homage to his visitor, who, although a woman—“only a woman ”—a female, as it is so commonly and gracefully put, ranks him in culture, knowledge and brain, spite of his degree. “ If he is as low as you say,” she said frigidly, “ do me the favor to engage a special nurse and physician, regardless of expense; but,” con temptuously, “ I was raised among physicians, and I doubt his being so low. When can he be moved ?” “ Ah ! a relative,” he replied urbanely, com puting the probable cost of her sable circular and huge solitaire, half as large as a dime, with increasing respect as he run each up into thousands. It is all very nice for Burns to sing of “hodden gray and a’that,” but he cannot revolutionize society, and we are and will be es timated by our clothes by Dinah and Bridget, and by the judge and doctor, and respect graded accordingly; and a velvet sacque and ostrich plume will insure us a much warmer reception from the lady into whose house we intrude be cause it is raining. “Well, my dear madam, day after to-morrow, if no change takes place for the worse, but it is a risk.” engaged in an arithmetical puzzle he could not solve. Finally, he gave it up and said: “ If you please, how do you make one hun dred thousand out of forty thousand ? ” “Compounded the interest for years and what I have made,” she answered; “ that is how.” “I knew you were that sort of a woman,” he said, proudly. “I would never have gone crazy over any common-place woman, and I would not have a wife who could not understand profit and loss, debit and credit. If women were trained from childhood to business, as our boys are, they would make it a success. In Paris, they are successful merchants, and in this coun try, how few women merchants fail. It is true, their business is picayunish; but they would transact the business of thousands upon the same basis, and that is to trust seldom, and not to trust at all without collaterals that are realiz able immediately; and they know intuitively whom to trust. What woman on earth would loan thousands to another woman as recklessly as we loan money to men ? ” “ Women have more caution and less human ity than men,” Mrs. Clay observes; “and they make grim enough merchants; but, so far as I am concerned, when business is turned over to them generally, I shall emigrate to Egypt or Persia, for, as shop-women, they are seldom polite and obliging to women, and I infinitely prefer trading with men.” “That may be,” Hume replies; “but I would, nevertheless, give girls boys’ education and training, and then we will have fewer starving widows and fatherless children in the land, and when a woman is thrown out upon her own re sources, she will not be crazed with trouble. It is a shame to keep them “ No wiser than their mothers—household stuff, Live chattels, mincers of each others’ fame. Full of weak poison, turnspits for the clown, The drunkard’s football, laughing-stock of time. Whose brains are in their hands and in their heels, But fit to flaunt, to dress, to dance, to thrum, To tramp, to scream, to burnish and to scour, Forever slaveB at home and fools abroad. General Gordon on the Presiden tial Election. General Gordon’s famous letter to General Colquitt concerning the election of Tilden, after a ENIGMAS, PUZZLES, ETC. All mail for this department must be addressed to • Puxzle Department,” Sunny South, Atlanta, Georgia. We are ■ orry to state that last week, after preparing a 1 1 „_1.nf all (be nmt and nice uttle cDat tor our column, it was •• crowded out." clear and exhaustive re ® P However, we will give the substance each week until all cons, concludes thus: “ I have thus endeavored to show you that any probable plan which may be adopted, short of vesting the President pro tempore of the Senate with dictatorial power, must result in the legal inauguration of Mr. Tilden. Nothing, I think, can prevent this, unless the extremists, emboldened by the promise of non-resistance, should attempt to evade by sophistry the logic of facts and the law, and to deny the constitutional rights of the House of Representatives. “ Let me conclude with the remark that the great mass of the people—Republicans and Demo crats—are honest and fair-minded. I repose with great confidence on the power of public opinion which is crystalizing, I believe, in the direction I have indicated. That it may be potent enough to ensure the peaceful inauguration of Mr. Tilden, I belive to be the wish of a very large majority of the people, and I know of many earnest Republi cans who love the country more than party.” And the sons of strong mothers will not be ‘ mediocre ’ nor ‘ average,’ but giants intellectu ally, and we will never have a wise and stable government till women cease to be weak." In a month they were married. Growled the old financier, angrily: “ Married ! That’s woman for you! Her place was on ’Change. I’d back her judgment every time. Her intuitions were singularly correct. Her idea's were golden. Her husband is only average, and of course he thinks paregoric and colic and babies woman’s true sphere. That sort of men always do, and I’ll be blamed if ever I saw a brilliant woman yet, but what she was either married to or going to marry some feeble man.” Was he right ? And why feeble ? But he was mistaken. She did not retire from business, but stood shoulder to shoulder with Hume in office work, and she was too fond of him to rank him or humiliate him before men; but the brighter brain suggested and dictated, and lov ing hands perfected the work. Then a little boy entered the pleasant, sunny home, and they retired from business. Let the world sneer as it will at babies; let gnat-souled landladies refuse to let them in, and still smaller souled landlords (for we look for more nobility in man) declare that “ no families with children need apply;” no woman, no matter how strong she is, is ever thoroughly happy who has not felt her own child nestle its innocent head on her breast, and who has not pressed her lips to the sinless lips of the rose bud semblance of “dear papa.” She, world- ! stained, bitter and scornful, oft-times evil; it, She laughs lightly, hands him her card, and j angel-pure. Aye, let them sneer at you, little j babies ! God is in your heart and heaven in ! your eyes, and the noblest of men and the strongest and wisest of women will kneel in he reads: “ E. L. CLAY, Beal Estate Agent and Stock Bbokeb, wall street. And adds, graciously: “I shall see that he has everything that wili conduce to his comfort. You will call again ? ” She nods and retires. They drive home in silence. As he helps her to alight, Dr Jones asks: “Is that your old-time lover, Hume? ” “Yes; and do you think him as low as that boy-physician does? ” “He is not a boy; he is thirty;” with comic dignity. “Mrs. Clay, you are bound to marry a physician; you detest them so. Beally, Icon- aider Hume in a bad way; but while there’s life, there’s hope.” He laughed. Her mobile face was full of dis dainful disbelief, and the stern red lips parted to utter “ humbug,” as he rode away. Two days later, Hume awoke rational, in a spacious, luxurious room. A pleasant-faced old lady in heavy black silk, with thread-lace ruf fles at her throat and wrists, and with lovely silken silver curls, sat by the window sewing. He lay lazily watching the sun going down, and anon the placid lady upon whose head the snows of the winter of life had fallen, sweet as a baby’s prayer. “What is your name?” he asked, faintly, and the lady rose and came quickly to the bed, with a glad— “ Oh ! I am much pleased to see you so much better, We have been so uneasy.” He closes his eyes and says, softly: “I have not fallen among thieves this time. I’ll ask her what her name is when I feel stronger.” The door opens and Mrs. Clay walks in, regal in black gros grain, with an English crape over skirt and basque, richly embroidered with black silk and wearing diamonds. He stared a moment, and then fell back with a piteous— “ I lost it after making it.” She lifted a glass full of cordial and made him drink, saying: “I place all such subjects under interdict. Your business now is to get well, and when you are well, it is time enough to discuss the past.” He reached out and caught a fold of the crape tnat assured him that she was still a widow, and passed his hands over it caressingly. Then he said: “ May I ask where I am ? ” and thinking her tyranny delicious. “You are in my house,” she answered; “and now you must go to sleep, and I will make you another call to-morrow.” He convalesced slowly. She was thoughtful, considerate, kind, but no more. Warmth, either of look or speech, there was not; and, after duly scrutinizing the spectre in the mirror, he aban doned all hope. The doctor prescribes tonics, and they do no good. Health does not return, and appetite cannot be tempted, and the invalid is morbid. Mrs. Clay looks at her semi-lifeless guest, and breaks out curtly: “You are surely not grieving over that stolen trumpery? I gave you credit for better sense. 1 need you at the office. What is the matter with you ?” “Are you going to send me away when I get well?” he demands feebly, with down-cast eyes. “I?” with surprise. “Certainly not. If I had cared so little as that, I should have left you at the hospital; and when jou are well enough to walk to Grace church, I will marry you.” He springs up joyfully. “I can walk there to-morrow.” His face radi ant, and the pink color surging up to his white face. “Not to-morrow, nor in two weeks, my friend,” she said, smilingly, “so you must e'en content yourself. I have re-deeded to you the property you made me a present of years ago, and the notary will be here to-day to legalize the instrument.” In the course of time, he came and went, leaving Hume with faculties badly confused, auu rcuci ontu . a Wlltv. - a ocuoui ouun o you for the sake of the Title girl who died years agone, and for the sake cl" the baby who still re mains, the one star in a lorrow-clouded life. LITERARY NOTES. Fora million copies of the tract, “The Dairy man’s Daughter,” have been circulated. A biography of William M. Thackeray is among the literary novelties promised in London. Phineas T. Babnum is writing a book for boys, to be called •« Lion Jack.” It will tell how menag eries are made. One of the Chinese Commissioners to the Cen" tennial has written a book about the big show which will astonish the Celestials. A new newspaper has just been begun in Lon don in the Arabic tongue. The editor is an Arab by birth, and in creed a Christian. The Emperor of Brazil’s first book of travels is in the press. It is written in Portuguese, but translations in English, French and German are simultaneously to appear in Paris. A valuable book by an English scholar, Raw- don Brown, illustrating the social life of England at the time of Shakspeare’s death, has been wait ing twenty years for some publisher bold enough to put it in type. One of the publishing societies has now undertaken the risk. Dr- Donnelly, of Pittsburg, has in his posses sion a thick folio volume, bound in vellum, pub lished in Leyden in 1825, by Isaac Elezuer, enti tled “ A History of the New World,” written by Joannes de Laet, and containing curious maps of the portions of this continent which had then been traversed. Mr. Whittier is sixty-eight years old, and a most quaint, kindly and refined person, using hab itually the Quaker “thee” and “thou.” Mr. Longfellow is a year younger, and wears well the dignity of the gentleman and the poet. Mr. Low ell is fifty-seven, and has the look of the critic rather than of the poet. THE WICKED WORLD. A Son Refuses to Save His Father from Burn ing to Death.—A dispatch from Providence, R. I., Jan. 12th, says: In the case of William Henry Brown, who perished in his burning dwelling at Middletown, on the night of the 10th inst., the coroner’s jury returned a verdict that Charles S. Brown, a son of the deceased, knew of the death of his father at the time ot the fire, and that he feloniously and maliciously refused and neglected to make any effort to put out the fire or save his father’s life. The sheriff will arrest him. A case of suicide took place in Paris the other day under peculiar circumstances. A young wo man residing at No. 12 Rue Labat, who had only been four months married, hanged herself while suffering from a monomania which had for some time back rendered the life of her husband and friends miserable. She had been in the habit of filling the conjugal domicile with dogs, cats and birds, to the feeding and caressing of which she devoted all her time. One of her feathered pets dying, she res- lved not to survive the affliction, and accordingly put an end to her life in the midst of her favorites. She left an elaborate will, in which she bequeathed each particular animal to one of her friends. Gay Times in Washington. NOBODY SEES THE SWORD OF DAMO- CLE8- The social fun and frolic of the season and city are just getting under way, and balls, parties, din ners, devilment and diversion of all sorts make matters exceedingly lively. Grant has commenced ; his state dinners, and the fashionables are on their j annual stuff and guzzle. Dressmakers, tailors, and livery stable men rub their hands and capture rich stores of greenbacks, and mammas with marriageable daughters “shinny” around with desperate energy to make the matrimonial hay while the social sun shines. All is life and bustle and push and scrouge—every man for himself and the women for us all, provided we are single and have the shekels. In short, Washington is gay, and no mistake. Politics, here, don’t stop people from having a good time socially, and burying the hatchet out of sight when dining, dancing, drink ing and love-making are trumps. CHESS DEPARTMENT. In future, the “ Chess Department ” will be a promi nent feature of The Sunny South. The column will be edited by a promising amateur of this city, who will give it such attention as to make it interesting to the lovers of the game. To Correspondents. All communications relating to this department of the paper should have the words [Chess Department] written on the envelope. Contributions of games and problems are solicited for this department. All problems, to insure attention, must be original and accompanied by solutions. Problems of more than three moves will not be enter tained. Amateurs desiring games by correspondence can secure them by addressing the editor. M. J. W.—Many thanks lor your trouble. The games are very acceptable. Charles Root.—The game shall have our attention. Queen’s Rook.—A can claim a queen or any other piece he chooses for every pawn advanced to the eighth square. The fundamental laws of chess are not changed because one player agrees to yield odds to another. Amateur.—The game is very long, and exhibits a good deal of weak play. We will publish it, however, as an en couragement. Problems received from “ Rudolph ” will be examined. Those received from “ J. 8.” and “ Willie W.” are credit able as first attempts, but too weak for publication. R. F. D„ Texas.—You are right. We corrected the problem in the next issue. Would like to hear from you again. SOLUTION TO PROBLEM NO. 2. White Bloch‘ 1. Q toill R 2 Anything, t 2. kt B or Q mates accordingly. } PROBLEM NO. 4. BY TYRO. White. Black. K at Q B sq P at Q B 2 P at Q R 2 K at Q 4 Kt at K 2 P at K B 5 P at K B 3 P at Q 4 P at Q Kt 5 Kt at Q B 6 P at K 6 R at K Kt 6 B at K R 7 White to play and mate in three moves. The following interesting game was played in a neigh boring city between Mr. W„ one of the crack players of Atlanta and Mr. , the champion of the said city. Our boy ’’’came off victorious. SCOTCH GAMBIT. White. MR. w. 1. P to K 4 2. K Kt to B 3 3. P to Q 4 4. B to Q B 4 5. Kt to Kt 5 6. Q to R 5 7. P to K B 4 8. P to K R 3 9. Castles 10. K to R sq 11. Q Kt to B 3 12. b takes B 13. P to K Kt 4 14. P to K B 5 15. B to K B 4 16. R to B 3 17. B to Q 2 18. K R to B sq 19. R to K B 3 20. R takes Kt 21. R takes P 22. R takes B 23. R to Q B sq 24. K R to B 2 (24) Up to this point, we should have preferred Black’s game, but his next move, which iB a bad one, in our opinion costs him the game. Black. MR. P to K 4 Q Kt to B 3 P takes P B to Q B 4 Kt to K R 3 Q to K B 3 P toQ3 Castles P to Q 6 (ch) P takes B P B to K 3 P takes B Q to Q 5 Q to Q 6 P to K 4 Q to R 3 Kt at Q 5 Kt at K 7 Kt takes Kt B to Q Kt 5 B takes B Q R to K sq R to K 2 25. Kt to K 6 26. P takes K Kt 5 27. P takes K Kt 6 28. Q takes Kt P 29. R to K Kt 2 Q takes R P R to Q B sq Kt to K B 2 R P takes P Kt to K R 3 Kt takes P of it has been published. Please write on one side of the paper only. Write each puzzle on a separate sheet from the answer, and al ways write on commercial note paper, as it is most con venient for ns. Do not number your pages, and be sure to write with a pen and ink. Follow these few simple rules, and you will greatly please us and secure attention much sooner. ANSWERS TO PUZZLES, ETC., IN NO. 82. 1— Conundrum: Because it is intended to “stay the inner man." 2— Puzzle: Melrose. 3— Cross-Word Enigma: Dennie Puckette, N. C. No. 1—Enigma. I am composed of fifty-nine letters. My 43, 51. 35, 4, 48. 59, 21, 17. was dedicated at Borne to Christianity, A. D. 622. My 6, 46. 9. S2, 27, 52, was the first English printer using fusile types. My 10, 44, 20, 37, 25, 34, 19, 58, 8, was preceptor to Alex ander the Great. My 31, 56 58, 53, 26, 18, 28, 54, is said to have been a disciple of St. Jobn, the Evangelist. My 1, 42, 16, 11, 49, 30, 3, 53, to the gentler sex, there is no affliction so terrible. My 57,63, 14, 39. 36, 18, 22, was a game instituted in honor of Apollo. My 23, 58, 2, 26, 15, 7, 41, his glorions career attained its height at the ever-memorable victory of Waterloo. My 50, 55, 58, 12, is cloth made of wool united without weaving. My 15, 40, 28, 3, 47, 15, 55. 11, has been one of the great est celebrities of the Eighteenth century. My 6, 45, 29, 5. 17, 38, 48, Sisyphus, its first sovereign, formed into a State. My 1. 51, 35, 24, 37, was always kept open in war, and always shut during peace. My 52, 33, 45, 23, 13, was struck dumb with grief and remained stupid. My whole an aspiring knavery may at last sing its re quiem on the tomb of departed liberty. “ Quentin Durward” to the young lady sending Becond correct solution. Address J. W. Robertson, 714 E. Grace street. Richmond, Va. No. 2—Word-Hunt. Dear Sol,—Married ladies seem to be left out as com petitors for premiums for answering enigmas, etc. This is scarcely lair. A great many married ladies take con siderable interest in the enigma column. I now offer a picture to the married lady who shall first send me the most English words that can be made from the word “ stone,” using no letter more than once in any word. A trial solicited from Mrs. May Hancock, Richmond. Yours, etc., R. B. Stegaal, Dalton, Ga. No. 3—Riddle. My head is small, my face is fair. Upon the former grows no hair; There's flesh and bone and strength within My body, though it is quite thin. 1 Bnatch up victims on my way, And in my bosom hide my prey; Strangle if not already dead— Convey them to my hidden bed. Having no teeth, I cannot chew, Yet never wait to boil or Btew; For I can swallow quick enough What's young and tender, old and tough. Young reader, when I am about, Be sure to keep a bright lookout, Lest I should catch you to my breaat And lay you in my lair to rest. Zokomorks. No. 4—Enigma. The details that I here shall state Compose a word of letters eight. My 1, 6, 5, 8, is a word expressing ill— A something that the rats will kill. My 8, 3, 8, 5, is where a man and woman lived, Who for their sin most sadly grieved. My 7, 6, 1, constitutes the lawyer’s store, And makes of one oftimes a bore. My 7, 2, 4, 5, the young should lay away To serve them on a rainy day. My whole won’t make the young folks qnake, But ’tis'.bad in age, and no mistake. J. P. Hurt, Arkansas. Answers to Correspondents R. B. Stegall acknowledges receipt of book from N. H. Coker, Trfon Factory, Ga. Letter hero for J. W. Robertson, Richmond, Va. N. H. C., Trion Factory, Ga,—Sorry the mistake oc curred. Send on those puzzles. H. M. Archibald, Pleasant Ridge, Alabama, and Jack Hollis, Pennington, Texas, answer one each in No. 82. “Puzzle Laureate” is Mrs. May Hancock, Richmond, Va., No, 11 Twenty-ninth street. ADVERTISEMENTS. ^OW FOR RENT.—The best Retail_Dry Goods Stand in the South. Apply to jan20-tf J. NORCROSS, Atlanta, Ga. COLLEGE TEMPLE, NEWNAN, GA. T HE TWENTY-FIFTH ANNUAL SESSION IS NOW open. Full corps of experienced teachers; large num ber of pupils in all the departments; others will be re ceived. when board and tuition is paid in advance, at less price thin can be obtained at any other Female College in the South. Try me. M. P. KELLOGG, no86-tf Pres’t and Prop’r. a week in your own town. Terms and $5 outfit lree. H. HALLETT & CO., Portland, Maine. $G6 $5' d<i)A per day at home. Samples worth $5 free. 1 ip*." Stinson & Co., Portland, Maine. d»-| t) a day at home. Agents wanted. Outfit and terms ip A* free. TRUE & CO., Augusta, Maine. A Good Chance.—One or two rooms for rent in a private residence—furnished or unfurnished. Good locality- office. -on the street car line. Apply at Sunny South n 86 Questionable, but what can he do 1 30. P takes Kt Q to Q 4 31. Kt takes Kt P P to Q B 4 32. Kt to K 6 (ch) K to R sq And White announces mate in two moves. CHESS IN NEW YORK. A dashing little game between Captain McKenzie and Dr. S., the former giving the odds of the Queen’r " Remove White’s Q R. Black. dr. s. ANN I ANN A CLASSICAL SCHOOL, (Near Adairsville. 6a.--Foimded in 1865.) T HE next session of this well-established, private, select High School will open on the 15th of January. Its lo cation is accessible, healthful and attractive. Situated in the country, it has no surroundings of a character to tempt a student into idleness or dissipation. It offers a thor ough academic course in Science, Mathematics and the Ancient Languages. Students board in the lamily of the Rector, and their habits are as carefully guarded, day and night, as those of his own eons. Number limited. None admitted under tvelve years of age. Board and tuition, 850.50 per quarter. Send for circu lars. Address, JOHN H. FITTEN, jau6-3t Adairsville, Ga. $2.50 ! ! Rook. White. MR. M. 1. P K 4 2. Kt K B 3 3. B B 4 4. P Q Kt 4 5. P takes Q P 6. Castles 7. Kt takes K P 8. PQ4 9. P K B 4 10. P B 5 11. P takes Q B 12. P takes P ch 13. Q R 5 ch 14. Kt Q B 3 15. Kt K 4 16. Kt takes B 17. R takes Kt ch 18. B R 0 mate P K4 Kt Q B 3 B B 4 P Q4 Kt takes Kt P Kt takes Q P B K 3 B Q 3 K Kt K 2 B takes Kt B B 3 K takes P K B P Q B 3 Q K Kt takes Kt P takes R Chess Notes. It is rumored that there is a move on foot to establish a chess club in this city. We hope in a short time to be able to furnish onr read- , ers with a series of games between a first-class amateur of this city and the acknowledged champion of the state. David Dudley Field, of New York, hss been as signed to a seat on the Republican side of the House, near Hyman, of North Carolina, no other eligible seat being vacant on the right. But he occupies the seat of Stephens, of Georgia , who has been too unwell for about three weeks to appear at his post. 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