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The Girl-Rivals,
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The Serpent Foiled.
BT UT.Kin.
"Do you think he will come to-day ?"
“Indeed, Gertrude, I have not been think
ing about him. You must knt w that the fail
ure of the bank of Clnre, seriously effects me,
and ocoupies my thoughts.'*
The earl's daughter did not reply, but walked
to the window with a petulent air, and buried
herself among the heavy crimson curtains,
murmuring:
“Money! money! it is all he thinks about in
his dotage. He never gives a thought to my
affairs, save when I talk of rich young earls, and
then he is as glib as you please. I hope Rich
ard will come to-day for the picture is finished,
and I long for him to see it. He said he would
oome if the weather was fair; but I am fearful
that the thunder, whieh frightened us at break
fast, will keep him away.”
Gertrude ceased and turned from the window
to find herself alone—her father having quietly
taken his departure during her musings.
She swept across the room to the silver-ton
gued piano that graced it, but turned away
without touching the keys.
“I cannot pass the time here,” she exclaimed.
“I will order Badger out and ride down the
river.”
So saying, she left the room and attired her
self in a costly riding-habit.
Badger, the favorite thoroughbred, was led to
the block by the lackey, and Gertrude was soon
galloping towards the Severn.
The morning was a delightful one in October,
and the'pleasant breeze fanned the ruddy cheeks
of the English girl as she traversed the river
road, which led her through delightful groves,
and along pictuesque stretches of Bhore.
The land over which she rode belonged to
her father, the earl. The Severn was the boun
dary, and k the gamekeeper's lodge stood near its
bank.
Gertrude did not select the river road in
hopes of meeting the young girl, whom Ezra,
the gamekeeper, called his ward. She came
so suddenly upon the lodge as to startle her,
and was turning Badger’s head when a fairy-like
figure bounded from the prolusion of honey
suckles that almost hid the door, and ran to
wards her.
It was too late for a graceful retreat, so
Gertrude with a forced smile, awaited the ap
proach of the girl, who held a beautiful bou
quet in her hand.
“Good morning, my lady," said the game
keeper’s ward, courtesying to Gertrude, who
bowed stiffly. "Permit me to present you
with some flowers, culled while yet the spark
ling dew was on them.”
Gertrude bent over and took the fragrant
bouquet with a smile and a low murmur ol
thanks.
“Howis the game?” she asked.
“Plentiful. Father says that the forest is in
a splendid condition for a hunt, and that the
deer are justsby enough for the sport."
“Good!'* replied Gertrude. “They shall
hear the horns to-morrow, perchance.”
“ShallI inform father?”
“No. I will send Robert over before dusk,
if we ooncludeto hunt to-morrow. So good
morning."
Elsie Floyd replied to the partings alutation,
and Gertrude riding off left her standing in
the road. I
“She never stays long enough tor me to learn
of her,” said the lodge girl, looking after Ger
trude. “I think I would like her on acquain
tance; but she has an air that is tinged with
haughtiness, and I half believe.that shefdoes not
like to stay down here, where we are not so
great, as people of her blood. But I would like
to know more of her. We might become com
panions."
By and by, a turn of the road hid the earl’s
daughter from her view, and Elsie returned to
the lodge.
She did not see Gertrude crush the bouquet
in her white hand and throw it in the river,
along whose banks she was slowly riding.
“I don’t want your gifts, Elsie Floyd,” she
cried, angrily. “I don’t like you. We can
never be friends, and I don't care how soon
papa turns your ‘father’ off, and gets the Ken
tish gamekeeper, whom the duke of Dargan
recommended. I shan’t take the river road
any more, for I don’t want to meet you. Some
thing tells me that you are my evil spirit. You
are pretty, your hair is longer and more like
gold than mine, and your taoe is bewitching;
but for all that, I could crush you as I have
crushed your morning gift.”
Thus communed Gertrude to herself as she
rode back to her splendid home.
She actually felt that t! • gamekeeper's inno
cent ward was destined to overthrow some cher
ished hope of hers, and this strange feeling
grew stronger as the moments fled.
When she rode into the court and gave Bad
ger to the lackey, she heard a bit of news that
brought a flush of joy to her face.
The lackey was bold enough to inform her
that a young gentleman had arrived during her
brief absence, and was at that time within with
her father.
Gertrude hastened to enter the mansion or
castle, and doffing the riding habit, quickly
made a toilette in which she hoped she would be
presentable to the expected visitor.
Finding no one in the sumptuous parlor, she
went to the library, where, to her surprise, she
found her father alone.
He did not hear her enter, for he was busy at
a desk and started at her touch and question:
* Where’s Richard ?’
‘Richard?’ said the earl, turning upon her.
‘ I sent him to the gallery to see if he would
recognize a certain portrait there.’
Gertrude bit her pretty lips vexatiously.
'Sent him to the gallery !’she exclaimed, ‘I
thought you knew I wanted to accompany him
thither.’
• If I did, my child, T had forgotten,’ answer
ed the earl, with a faint smile. ‘But he sat
here asking so many questions that, to get rid
of him until you should return, I sent him off.
So do not pout about the matter, but go and
surprise him paying homage to the last addition
to the gallery. ’
*1 will,' said Gertrude, and without another
word, she left her father to his papers and
passed up the k broad stair that led to the spa
cious gallery.
*I’)1 enter at the secret door between the
knights,' she murmured. * If he is looking at
my picture, I will be behind him, and may be
able to catch some of his comments.’
There was an empty niche in the wall at the
head of the stair, and Gertrude, instead of
passing down the corridor that led to the gallery
door, entered it and touched an unseen spring.
The touch opened a door in the recess, and
the earl’s daughter stepped noiselessly into the
gallery and halted between two pieces of armor,
which seemed to guard the secret door.
A low voice saluted her ears as she entered
the gallery, and looking around one of the
knights, she saw a young man standing before
her portrait fresh from the brush of the best
artist in England. His hat and riding whip
lay carelessly on the floor behing him, and Ger
trude thought that his attitude was one ofen-
ttMoemenb
For several moments she stood in her hiding
place, trying to catch the words whioh were
falling from the young man’s lips.
At last she heard these:
‘ The work isn’t overdone. You are beautiful,
Gertrude Mortimer; but I would not exchange
Elsie’s face for yours.’
That was enough for Gertrude Mortimer.
Her face became as pale as death, she clenched
her hands, and her eyes seemed to emit sparks
of fire.
Instead of advancing and staitling the man at
whom she madly gazed, she turned and escaped
through the secret door from the gallery.
‘ I hate you now with all my soul!’ she hissed,
as she went down the stair with uncertain step.
'All the hate of my life is now against you,
Richard Olliver. To know that yon love that
base-born girl when I have loved yon, is enough
to stir up the revengeful passions of an insulted
person ! I cannot forget this and you shall
discover that these hands, white and tiny as
they are, can tear from *yon the girl who lives
in a gamekeeper's lodge !’
She swept angrily into the library perohance,
to tell her father what she had overheard; but
the lofty room was tenantless, and she went to
the parlor and seated herself at the piano.
A moment later a wild song filled the man
sion. It penetrated the gallery and caused its
single occupant to turn from the new portrait
and pick up hat and whip.
“I’ll go down and see my haughty beauty,"
he said, with a good-bye glance at the picture.
“Sometimes I think that she supposes I love
her. If my frequent visits to the castle, one of
the sweetest places in England, have led her
to harbor such suppositions, I shall be sorry,
for I would notdash to earth the single hope of
a fair woman.”
He found Gertrude at the instrument, and
stood respectfully at the threshold of the ele
gant apartment until the song was finished and
the last note of its wild musio had died away.
Then he advanced and greeted her.
“I did not know yotFaang ‘Rodrigo’s Daugh
ter,’ he said. I heard it onoe in Edinburgh,
and she who sang it with so much passion slew
a recreant lover before the night was done.”
Gertrude started at his words and changed
color; but he did not appear to notice.
“This morning's early sprinkle could not keep
me back,” he continued, as if eager to change
the subject he had started. “I regret that I did
not find yon at home. Your father gave me
welcome, and sent me to the gallery to judge a
new portrait there.”
Gertrude bit her lips while he was speaking,
and asked when he had finished:
“And what did you think of it?”
“It is yourself on canvas,” he answered,
quickly, and with an enthusiasm that sent a
momentary flash of pride into the fair girl’s
eyes. “I wish I could see the artist that I might
compliment him. Do you not consider it a
master-piece ?”
“I am pleased with it,” she answered. “How
I wish the artist could have remained with us.
There is another face not far away whioh I would
nave had him paint.”
have unnerved a lew murderous arm than hers,
that she drew her hand from her bosom and a
dagger flashed in the light
Then she took a step forward and with eyes
fastened steadfastly on Elsie, raised the tiny
instrument of death.
One moment it paused above the head, the
next she was hurled back, and the dagger fell
to the floor unstained with the lodge girl’s blood.
Richard Olliver stood before her !
“How fortunate that I forgot something and
rode back !” he said, looking sternly at the
quivering girl before him. “Lady Gertrude
Mortimer, this day I discovered that you were
capable of such a deed. I never loved you, and
now I am going to disgrace yon in the eyes of
all.”
“No! no!” cried Elsie, grasping her lover’s
arm, and gazing pleadingly into his eyes, her
own suffused with tears. “For my sake, spare
her! Let the secret of this night’s deed be kept
by three hearts. I am sure my Lady Mortimer
will not do this thing again.”
There was a silence.
“I spare!” said the youth. “Lady Gertrude,
will you not retire ? Do not forget that she, over
whose heart you have held the dagger, has saved
you from everlasting ruin and disgrace.”
Too proud to thank Elsie Floyd for her noble
work, the earl’s daughter swept from the lodge,
leaving her dagger where it had fallen.
The next day the lodge was deserted, and
Elsie’s old protector was Richard Olliver’s game-
keeper.
In the course of time the yellow leaves drop
ped from the trees, snd the snows came. It was
a merry winter, and a mild one, and long re
membered will be the day, when the young
owner of Oakford made Elsie his bride.
There was one person whom Elsie invited to
the wedding feast who remained at home, and
heard the bells of Oxford's tower ring a joyous
peal. '
That person was Lady Gertrude Mortimer.
An Irish Ghost Story.
“Twas late one November evening when I re
turned to the capital after a brief sojourn in the ]
South; the house seemed awfully lonesome, as
my wife and only child had gone to Meath, on a
visit to her father's.
1 had finished supper, and was hurriedly
scanning the oontents of the evening paper,
when a thundering knock at the door startled
me.
‘ Something strange!’ I thought, as all had
retired.
I hastened to the hall, and in a moment a
sprightly little fellow dressed in a neat uniform,
handed me a telegram, took my signature and
departed. 'Twas from father-in-law, and ran
thus:
‘Edward—Come down by night mail train
sure. Little Philip’s got the croup bad; doctor
has little hope. Serenia is half crazy. John.’
‘ Poor little fellow,’ I said again and again.
Was it not most heartrending to know that
our little darling was in agony, perhaps passing
Perhaps Richard Olliver, when he started and away from us forever—before we had scarcely
time to know him ?
flushed, wondered if it was Elsie's
“You may not have seen the face to which I
allude, as you never have intercourse with peo
ple of her birth,” she said, watching him close
ly. “I am speaking of our gam e-keeper’s obarge.
She has one of those doll-like faces which is
very pretty, and which 1 am sure would have
delighted the artist who gave the gallery its
newest portrait.”
She paused, and tried to catch the expression
of his face which he had partially averted while
she was taalking.
t He did not reply until she had broke the, un-
4.0mfort-able silence with_p question whose\di-
rebtness he could not disregard. 1
“Do you know this girl ?”
He turned upon her like a man insulted; but
before his lips parted he was calm.
“I have seen her," he said, “and I agree with
you that she is very pretty."
“She goes to the village, then ?”
“I do not know; I never ni6t her there.”
The earl’s daughter was satisfied. If he had
not met Elsie Floyd at the English village, he
must have visited her at the lodge.
Gertrude asked no more questions concern
ing her rival in humble life, and the subject
was dropped.
Richard Olliver tarried at the house of the
Mortimer’s till the shades of evening began to
close about it. Then his steed was led from
the stable, and he bade Elsie's beautiful foe
good-night.
His own home lay beyond the little English
town whose church spires could be seen from
the Mortimers’ observatory. It was a preten
tious place, shaded by stately oaks, and beauti
fied by great beds of flowers when summer
mildly ruled the year It was Lis estate, for his
parents were dead, and he lived at bis ease
among faithful servants, and visited by earls
and dukes of his own age.
It was the strong friendship, which, from
time immemorial, bad existed between the Mor
timers and Ollivers that caused him to visit
Gertrude’s home. The old earl was not averse
to a union of the families, and was quite wil
ling that his child Bbould win the young owner
of Oakford.
And Gertrude, too, had set her heart upon the
conquest to have it stabbed in her own home
while she played the role of eavesdropper.
All was over now; there seemed nothing left
for Gertrude but revenge
There was no hunt on the occasion of Rich
ard’s visit, and Elsie Floyd wondered why not.
I looked at my watch, and
found I had only twelve minutes to reach the
terminus. There was no time to be lost; so
collecting my valise, rug, umbrella, eto., and
leaving the unwelcome telegram on the table
with “ Gone ” written on the back, I started.
I was scarcely seated in the last carriage when
the train moved out of the iron building towards
the Beene of my anxiety. The night was cold,
and the wind whistled through the windows of
my narrow compartment.
I tried to be com Portable, but it was no use;
chill after chill pas»*- \ over me. To one accus-
'jSVfcs,_ th^ misery of these
’•ii hour s ride the } train
”* od-still, and in answer
/ow passenger, the guard
tiv was off the track ahead,
“I was not looking for you to-night, Richard,
and you cannot know how glad I am that you
have come.”
Thus Elsie Floyd addressed the young man
who dismounted before the lodge, and hastened
to imprint a kiss on her cheek.
“I have been to the castle, and when I struck
the river road Mahomet turned this way just as
if he wanted to see you.”
The gamekeeper’s ward laughed at Richard
Olliver's words, and the twain passed into the
lodge.
In the cosiest of rooms they talked until more
than one star sank behind the horizon, and his
watch admonished the lover that it was mid
night.
Scarcely believing that it was so late, he start
ed up and was followed by Elsie to his horse.
A few words of parting which were heard by a
hidden person, and the youth, mounted on
Mahomet, was riding homeward.
Elsie listened till the sound of hoofs died
away in the darkened distance when she re
entered the lodge.
Her “father” was absent at the castle render
ing an account of hiB stewardship to the old
earl, who that day had engaged a new game-
keeper from Kent, and she resolved to sit up,
and await his return.
Giving herself up to reflection in the old arm
chair Bhe soon dropped into a doze, and did not
hear the stealthy step that crossed the threshold,
nor see the shadow that fell upon the whitened
wall.
Gertrude Mortimer stopped before her beau
tiful rival, whose face waa revealed by the mel
low light of her lamp.
Her eyes flashed a baleful light, and the one
band hidden in her bosom seemed to grasp a
dagger’s hilt. Yes, one sure blow, and the
lovely inmate of the lodge would never stand
at the altar beside the man she loved !
Gertrude could not but admire the innocence
of that sleeping face upturned to her revenge
ful gaze, and it was with an effort that would
tomed to Amerv*
was two-fold, e 11
came snddenP
to the inquiries ot
said that a goods t
and a delay of two <^* three hours was probable.
I never felt really miserable till now. I learn
ed that we were within two miles of our desti
nation, and that an old roadway, about a hun
dred yards from the track, was the shortest
route. This I had no difficulty in finding. It
was quite a romantic roadway. A row of tall
majestio trees stood like giant sentinels on each
side; there was not a breath of wind to stir the
air now, and the moon shown out with unwont
ed brightness. But the scenery, though so pic
turesque, seemed also very solemn. I walked
at a brisk pace, while at least a hundred
thoughts a minute, flashed through my troubl
ed mind, the burden of each being anxiety and
fear in regard to my , child and its distracted
mother.
I had proceeded more than half way along
the road, when I noticed a great gap in the row
of trees, and on coming up to it I was startled
by the sight of acres of tombstones. I stood
and gazed around in amazement. “This must
be an immense cemetery” I thought.
The weird appearance of things caused thrills
of nervousness to pass over me; and, what never
happened before, I could not control my fear,
of ghosts and unearthly spirits! One by one
every conceivable form of horror chased each
other through my excited imagination. I mov
ed on till I came to a hollow in the roadway,
when I distinctly saw a misshapen white mon
ster directly in the centre of the roadway.
I stood motionless for a moment, then retrac
ed my steps a short distance, held a consultation
with myself as to what I should do, and finally
became ashamed of my own cowardice, and sum
med up courage sufficient to go on. I had not
gone far beyond the spot where I had stopped
in my fear, when, to my horror, I again saw the
monster, now as j .utbing a more upright position
than before. I stood as if petrified; my hair
rose, and I distinctly felt my hat move towards
the back of my head. My blood became as ice-
water, and cold sweat rolled down my face. The
sight was too much for me; back I ran again.
I had taken part fa many a hard fought bat
tle during the American civil war; had seen
men mowed down with grape and canister by
hundreds, but never before had I been so
thrilled with fear and horror. I held another
consultation with myself, this time a short one.
I determined to pass the monster by or, like a
true soldier, die in the attempt! Accordingly I
started in a run, and this, my last effort was
crowned with success. I passed the white win
der perfectly unharmed. But what do yon sup
pose, reader, thisill-shapen monster was? Noth
ing but a big white jackass ! I felt, as you may
imagine, “awfully cheap,” and began to think
there was more than one donkey in the hollow.
The only satisfaction I had was in kicking the
lazy brute off the roadway altogether.
Then I breathed freer aud travelled with
greater ease the remainder of my journey, and
was happy to learn on arriving at Father-in-
laws that little “ Philip ” was much better, but
was entirely out of danger.
For months after, I was ready to tear off my
own ears with vexation, whenever I thought of
my cold sweat at the sight of an old white jack
ass.
A Good Story Told About Alexander
Stephens and Bob Toombs.
A Doetor Royston had sued Peter Bennett for
his bill, long over due, for attending the wife of
the latter. Alexander H. Stephens was on the
Bennet side, and Bob Toombs, then senator of
the United States, was for Dr. Royston. The
doctor proved the number of his visits, their val
ue according to local custom and his authority
to do medical practice. Mr. Stephens told his
client that the physician had made out his case,
and as there was nothing wherewith to rebut or
offset the claim, the only thiug^left to do was to
pay it.
“No,” said Peter; “I hired you to speak in my
case, and now speak.”
Mr. Stephens told him there was nothing to
say; he had looked on to see that it was made
out, and it was.
Peter was obstinate, and at last Mr. Stephens |
told him to make a speech himself, if he thought '
one could be made.
‘•I will said Peter Bennett, “if Bobby Toombs
won't be too hard on me.”
Senator Toombs promised, and Peter began: j
“Gentlemen of the Jury—You and I is plain j
farmers, and if we don’t stick together these'ere i
lawyers and doctors will git the advantage of us.
I ain’t no lawyer or doctor, und I ain’t no objec
tions to them in their proper places; but they
ain’t farmers, gentlemen of the jury.
“Now, this man Royston was a new doctor, and
I went for him to come and doctor my wife’s leg.
And he come and put some salve truck onto it
and some rags, but never done it one bit of good,
gentlemen of the jury. I don’t believe he is no
doctor, no way. There is doctors as is doctors
sure enough, but this man don’t earb his money;
and if you send for him, as Mrs. Sarah Atkinson
did, for a negro boy as was worth $1,000, he just
kills him and wants pay for it.”
“I don't,” thundered the doctor.
“Did you onre him?” asked Peter, with the
slow accents of a judge with the black cap on.
The doctor was silent, and Peter proceeded:
“As I was saying, gentlemen of the jury, we
farmers when we sell our cotton has got to give
vally for the money we ask, and doctors ain’t
□one too good to be put to the same rule. And
I don’t believe this Sam. Royston is no doc
tor, nohow.”
The physician again put in his oar, with, “Look
at my diploma if you think I am no doctor.’’
“His diploma !” exclaimed the new-fledged ora
tor, with great contempt. “His diploma ! Gentle
men, this is a big word for printed sheepskin,
and it didn’t make no doctor of the sheep as first
wore it, nor does it of the man as now carries it.
A good newspaper has more in it, and I p’int out
to ye that he ain’t no doctor at all*”
The man of medicine was now in a fury, and
screamed out, “Ask my patients if I am not a j
doctor.”
“I asked my wife.” retorted Peter, “an’ she j
said as how she thought you wasn’t.”
“Ask my other patients,” said Doctor Boys- !
ton.
This seemed to be the straw that broke the j
camel’s back, for Peter replied with look and |
tone of unutterable sadness:
“That is a hard sayn’ gentlemen of the jury,
and one that requires me to die or t* have pow
ers as I’ve hearn tell ceased to be exercised since
the apostles. Does he expect me to bring the
angel Gabriel down to toot his horn before his
HuscIg vs StBam
Most Extraordinary
Exploit of the Age.
Captain W. A. Fuller’s Chase
and Captnre of the Bridge
Earners in
Reliable Narrative of this Great Event
bv the only Living Witnesses.
The Sunny South of February the 16th, will
contain a graphic and correct account of the chase
and capture of twenty-three bridge-burners on the
W. & A. R. R. in 1862, by Captain W. A. Puller,
detailing many facts never before given to the-
public, and correcting many erroneous statements
concerning this stirring event.
The narrative is given by the only living wit
nesses in our midst, and clearly and succinctly
portrays the entire chase and the importance of
Captain Fuller's daring and successful defeat of
the object of the bridge-burners against stupend
ous odds.
It will be one of the most exciting and readable
papers of the times. News dealers and others de
siring copies should send in their orders at once.
The article will be accompanied by a life-like
portrait of Captain Fuller.
Personals.
A resident ot Hanover, N. H., has sned a
yonng townsman for three hundred dollars for
room rent, fuel and light during the defendant’s
courtship of the plaintiffs step-daughter—a
period of over four years.
The first hop was given at Willard’s last week,
and was one of those real enjoyable affairs thai
public people appreciate in Washington, so few
real chances are given to really enjoy one’s self
at a public place. Conspicuous among the
guests was Miss Chalmers, daughter of brave
General Chalmers of Misssssippi. She is very
i pretty and is already, by reason of her wit and
| looks, a rising belle in Washington society,
j Booth is again appearing in New York at his
| old theatre, and in his favorite role of Hamlet.
i The Mercury says of his performance :
| In every word, accent, intonation, and ex
pression the student rather than the actor occu
pies attention. It is a scholarly effort, although
slightly tinged with pedantry. Mr. Booth’s
, latest interpretations have not varied from those
time and cry alond ‘Awake, ye dead, and tell 0 f previous seasons, except, perhaps, in regard
this court and jury your opinion of Royston s 1 - - - - - -
practice ?’’ Am I to go to the lonely churchyard
and rap on the silent tomb and say to um as is
at last at rest from physic and doctor bills, ‘Get
natural
He
the jury,
up here, you, and state if you died
death, or was hurried up some by dwn
says «4?k his patient*, and gentlemen**)^ . _
they are all dead 1 Where is Mr. iJ^tzle’s man
Sam? Go ask the worms in the graveyijH where he
lies. Mr. Peake’s woman Sarah waskttended by
him, and her funeral was app’inted by him, and
he had the corps ready. Where is that baby gal
of Harry Stephens’? She are where doctors cease
from troublin' and the infants are at rest.
“Gentlemen of the jury, he has et chicken
enough at my house to pay for his salve, and I
furnished the rags, and I don'i suppose he
charges for makin’ of her worse, and even be
don’t pretend to charge for currin’ of her and I
am humbly thankful that he never gave her
nothin for her inwards, as he did his other pa
tients, for somthin’ made um all die might sud
den”—
Here the applause made the speaker sit down
in great confusion, and in spite of a logical re
statement of the case by Senator Toombs, the
doctor lost and Peter Bennett won.—New York
World.
Womeu Before Congress; Dr. Mary Walker
and Mrs. Tillottson, Her Double-
At 101 o’clock, on the 14th nit., in the recep
tion-room of the Senate, quite a concourse was
assembled to hear the suffrage question offered,
by the women to the delegation of congressmen
appointed to bear them. I think there is some
good in it, somewhat on the principle of sugar
in a crab-apple, but one is willing to take some
one else’s personal experience, or trust to chem
istry for the exposition. In my opinion, Dr.
Mary Walker and her twin, or, as one of the
small boys expressed it at Lincoln Hall. Dr.
Mary’s father, do the movement more harm by
their apparel, than any harangue, however
strong-minded, from one of the undoubted sex.
However, Mrs. Tillottson is a veritable curiosity,
and conseqnently benefactor, and as such I
present her in this alio podrida, pants, coat,
and all, even the little bow on the back seem
ing a climax, like the button of the grand Pan
jandrum. Among other things she narrated to
me her experience and battles with the “police
and child element,” and her final victories over
them, and I had to believe her, especially about
the latter, as there is not the faintest suggestion
of it about her, and as to the former they would
have to be not only anatomists, but naturalists,
to know which way she wished to take, when
frantically exclaiming: “Great Uni-v-er-se,
clear the way, or give me a plank, and I will
walk over the heads of the people!” She in
formed one man, who asked her what wonld
her baby do—supposing she had one—when it
tired of it’s father’s knee ? that clothes did not
make a lap, and she had her “two arms and
breast,” wuioh last not being evident, I took on
faith. Mrs. Mary Walker and she are friends,
but she says they could not live together, Mrs.
W's head is too “round and fox-like—a comba
tive or legal head”—her's being “ a rabbit’s
head and the “foxes eat the rabbits, you know.”
Syllogism. If one of them would eat up the
other, there would be only one left for the boy
“element” to dispose of, As to the harangues
from Mrs. Dr. Thopsom and others, I conld not
hear them; woman s voice appearing not even
to compass the reception-room, although their
expecta'ion was to fill the Senate.— Violetta, in the
Capital.
to a preciseness of action which is somewhat
mechanical. Mr. Booth has perfected a remark
ably intellectual picture of the melancholy Dane
at the expense oi freedom and breadth. This
weakens the artistic features of his impersona
tions.
DriesLaoh, the fainoTrs lion t.»mei, died
on his farm in Ohio a few days ago. aged seven
ty, a poor bnt contented man. At an exhibi
tion given in New York, twenty years ago, he
was taken out of a cage covered with blood, and
apparently dreadfully injured, alter a severe
tight with a tiger. The audience shrieked, and
mnch horror was expressed. For a fortnight
afterward Driesbach appeared with his arm in a
sling and his face oovered with bits of plaster.
Then it leaked out that his wounds were imag
inary; the gore had come from a sponge filled
with rose-pink, and the whole performance was
nothing but a clever piece of advertising.
All About Women.
At a singing school in DeKalb county, a young
city gent was bragging about the strength of bis
lungs and invited a girl in the company to bit
him in the breast. She said she was left-handed;
bad been washing all day and was tired, and
didn’t feel very active, but at his urgent request
she let go at him. When his friends went to
pick him up he said he thought he would die
easier lying down. He lost all recollection of
having any lungs, but the young woman consol
ed him by admitting that she didn’t hit him as
hard as she might have done, because she rather
liked him.
A woman who has bat little hair dislikes a
bald-headed man, while she who has luxuriant
tresses entertains no such dislike. A big woman
dotes on a little man, and a small bundle of
feminine humanity always admires a tall man.
Two women passing along a street will take dif
ferent views of a man of altitude; the taller
female may give him a glance, but the little one
looks up into his eyes with an expression akin
to this; “What a noble-looking fellow! How
I admire a man I can look np to 1” Fat women
have lean ideas, and are more favorably disposed
towards men who are not oppressed with adi
pose tissue, while lanky women take to a hogs
head of human gravy as a compensatory act.
The only female preacher settled in New
Hampshire is Rev. Mrs. S. M. Perkins, of the
West Concord Universalist Church.
The Legislature of 'Washington Territory has
a woman for its clerk, another for messenger,
a third for enrolling clerk, while a fourth attends
to the engrossing of bills.
A Missouri farmer fonnd his missing daughter
in the guise of a St. Joseph newsboy. She had
on being reproached with her uselessness at.
home, gone out to earn her own living.
Southern women are soft, sweet, swaying, se
ductive sirens. The Northern ones are plain,
practical, pretty, polite pets. Both have their
admirers, and we are two of them.—Don Piatt.
A Philadelphia poetess sings: “I would not
weep because the roses die.” No, indeed.
That’s nothing to cry for. But when black oak
wood is worth $7.50 a cord and the winter prom
ises to last five months, then you want to lift up
your voice and howl until they can hear you in
Nevada.—Burlington Hawkeyc.
Miss Tabitha Ann Holton, of Jamestown, re
cently admitted to the bar of North Carolina, is
the first woman lawyer of the State. She is a
daughter of a clergyman, is about twenty-two
years old, petite in figure, with dark hair and
eyes, a pleasant countenance, and modest and
unassuming manners.
It is really the fact that jaunty English girls
are now raising the hat by way of acknowledg
ing a bow, the same as the gentlemen do. The
hat used is the little round felt Oxford, which
lookB well enough on such a pretty young face,
but is a powerfully bard-looking affair on the
poll of a woman who ranks in that large and
increasing army of the “has beens.”
The woman suffrage women thunder in their
names, aud are more terrible than the college
graduate. There is Matilda Jocelyn Gage, Eliz
abeth Boynton Herbert, Lillie Devereaux Blake
the Rev. Olympia Brown, Theresa Juan Lewis’
and, lastly, Mrs. Dundore, who wanted to be a
constable. Susan B. Anthony, it is true, does
not display her middle name, but Susan is’ pass
ing away.
Just as we go to press a chambermaid at ona
of our hotels has been identified as Mrs. Hicks.
Immediately after the discovery one of the bell
boys admitted that he was Mr. Lord. An officer
was called, who arrested the pair on the charge
of marrying without the consent of the public.
Mr. Lord retained a lawyer, who at once set up
the plea of insanity. This makes the case very
com plicated.—Oil City Derrick.
M.
H. LANE,
AT LAW,
Washington, Georgia.
Will practice In all the counties of the Northern Circuit-
Budness solicited.
Office Over Green Bros Confectionery Store
Will attend to business in any part of the State.