TVE PIOWEBS UilUCTlOf
J. H. & W. B. SEALS,
ATLANTA, GA„ SATURDAY, MARCH !), 1878.
a^T?T?TV/f« J* 3 PE K ANNUM
.1 XbXUVlO,) IN ADVANCE.
no. r 12.
A SONG The Well Springs of Life.
AIR—“ Da lity mw ,me cl lum*/'
BT t. A. STEWABT.
Tbe morning of life is enchanting,
8o cheerful, so lovely and bright;
No thought of the future comes o'er os—
Of age with its curtains of night.
The streams of our joy are o’erflowi ng.
The foratain's cool walers are nigh;
And we never recall tne bright morning,
Till the gush of the fountain rune dry—
Till the gush of the fountain runs dry.
When life Is so ftjll of enrloarmeats.
And morning reflects its first ray# :
The future holds out the bright promise
Of endless succession of days.
A world so enchanted with beauty.
Ad<1 hearts overflowing with joy.
No thought ever enters of meeting.
Where streamlets and fountains run dry—
Where streamlets and fountains ran dry'
In the freshness ana beauty of dawning,
We breathe full and deeply its air.
We revel in guileless enchainment#—
Reflections so brilliant and rare;
But, in quaffing life’s early enjoyment#,
Krom streams flowing pleasantly by—
We drain to the bottom the fountains.
And the well springs of life are found dry—
And the well springs of life are found dry.
The Forest (Jneeii’s Sacrifice.
Bt majoi: a. r. cBA.vr.
I owards the close of an extremely sultry day
two men 6tood in a grove of palm trees on the
southwestern coast ol Africa. The long crim
son rays of the sun slowly disappearing, as it
were, into the ocean, fell upon their faces and
revealed their nationality. One was an English
man, and in his hair were many threads of sil
ver, while his companion, an American, good
looking and well-built, must have been twenty-
years his junior.
‘Nothing failed,’ said the eldest of the twain,
and as he uttered these words, his eyes wander
ed seaward, with a gleam of triumph.
•Nothing, did von Kny. ?’ -
j-'il (7. ■»*« - - *- *-***^r>*
•I know that, but isn’t he near death’s door?
Do you think she can restore him? Why, he
will not live two days on this inhospitable
shore. You must not lose heart so soon, nay boy.
Remember the old adage: ‘ faint heart ne’er won
• Do not talk through the medium of old saws,’
the youth said petulently. ‘ I wonder if this
county is inhabited.'
‘Certainly it is.’
•By whom? Did you discover anything while
you were abroad early this morning?’
‘ I found one of the chiefs of the dark tribe.
We came upon each other unexpectedly in the
little oove where we landed, and met as old
‘ As old friends,'.’ ejaculated the young man
She looked back, and saw tbe chiefs under the influence of liquor.
‘To be sure be did not!’ said Jernarn. confi-
i dently. 'Didn’t I approach him with the tread
j of a cat ? and when I lifted him from the deck be
i said never a word. He isn’t the first man I
1 have tossed into the sea !’
■ Captain Jernarn smiled at his own words, and
; the twain rose and sauntered about the town.
King Metza bad no mean dominions, and he
i was a monarch respected hundreds of miles
| from his throne. His people, to a great extent,
, dwelt in lodges; but not a few remained wild
i The Gull—an English vessel—was at the
„ „ (bottom of the ocean; but Captain Jernarn and
What do you mean, Captain j young companion were not the sole sur-
J ernam ?'
• I told you about the White Petrol, on ship
board,' said Jernarn, deliberately. ‘Well, she
went to pieces off this very coast twelve years
ago. She was pretty heavily insured,’ and the
speaker smiled knowingly. ‘ So was the Gull, I
believe, I escaped, reached the main land, and
became a favorite among the very fellows upon
whose possessions we now stand.’
‘How was the chief disposed this morning?’
asked the youth, eagerly.
‘ Kindly, my boy. He infomed me that my
old friend King Metza is still living. The na
tives will prove valuable allies should we meet
them. After all, we are among friends, and can
afford to know that the Gull has gone to the bot
At this juncture a strange noise wub heard in
the interior ol the country, and the last speaker
turned with a light exclamation.
‘ King Metza's music!' he said.
They looked eagerly through the darkened
grove, and all at once a strange light burst upon
A large body of natives fantastically painted
appeared in sight The foremost ones forced a
hideous music from uncouth instruments, and
their king appeared, borne aloft in a chair of
state on the shoulders of his men. The proces
sion, while it was very new and strange to the
youth, did not fail to render him anxious con
cerning bis own safety. But when he 6aw Cap
tain Jernarn advance and greet the aged mon
arch, he took courage and performed the same
King Metza, who could understand much En
glish—having acquired it from British traders—
listened to Jernam’s story of the wreck of the
Gull off the dangerous coast that bounded his
extensive territory. The Englishman told a
plausible tale, which excited the sympathies of
the king, and he invited the shipwrecked to
accompany him to his city.
This city, which was situated several miles
from the coast, consisted of a goodly number of
lodges, built after the manner ot Indian lodges,
or wigwams, in America.
After a sumptuous breakfast with which the
king with many protestations of friendship re
galed his guests, Captain Jernarn took him
aside and carried on a long conversation with
him at the edge of the camp.
It was evident that the Englishman was seek
ing Metza's assistance in some undertaking, for
he huDg with eagerness upon his replies, and
when he returned to his young friend he whisp
ered with apparent joy:
•We are sure of the king, if the fellows resist.
•Good!’ exclaimed the youth, who had been
introduoed to the king as Reginald Grame, son
of Janies Grame, Bart., of Severn, when any
intelligent observer could have seen at a casual
glance that he was an American. ‘Do you
think they will resist?’
* No, if thev do not suspect ns.'
‘But Bartley Hazel? did he recognize you
In the shade of a clump of palms that beauti
fied a little valley not far from the coast were
the most important survivors of the wreck.
A young girl who could not have passed her
eighteenth year, bent over a pallid face that lay
at tbe foot of a tree. She was not alone. About
her stood twenty determined looking men, and
at her side knelt a dark-skinned maiden, whose
dress and ornaments proclaimed her a person of
‘ He will not die,’ the native girl said, looking
into the anxious face of her white sister. ‘ In
the village is a great medicine man who can
cure him. Shall Bright Eyes go and bring him ?’
‘ Yes, yes !’ cried the white girl, glancing at
the deathly face beneath the tree. ‘Go, Brigut
Eyes, but tell no one that we are here. I have
heard of King Metza’s deeds, and ’
‘Bright Eyes is Metza’s child. She is the
queen of the palm forests that you see around
you. The pale people can trust her.’
'I knew we could !’ the white girl said, glanc
ing at her people. ‘ Go, Bright Eyes, and if the
doctor of your people can keep a secret, bring
The Indian girl arose.
‘ Stay !’ cried a burly sailor, striding forward
and touching her arm”. ‘ When did you leave
‘Were there white men among them ?’
‘Yes—two. One is my father’s friend: his
hair is like the silver. The other ’
* Is he young ?'
4 1 thought so,'the man 6aid, turning to his
companions. ‘Boys, the waves have spared
them also. I don’t think they would harm a
hair of our heads; but they want the precious
lives under our protection. I know that Capt.
Jernarn and Reginald Grame sank the Gull lor
two reasons. Jernarn is in the employ of the
man who had the old ship heavily insured, and
the younger rascal wanted to get possession of
something more valuable than gold.’
The speaker glanced at the white girl who was
conversing in low tones with Bright Eyes.
‘Boys,’ he continued, ‘I know that Jernarn
sank the Gull, for I heard him at work. He
and his co-partner would spare us. He can ex
ercise vast influence over this King Metza.
They want that youDg man’s blood, and you,
young girl. They shall have neither, so long as
Tom Bowline can face them with cutlass and
• That is it, Tom!’ cried out a dozen sailors.
• There are no deserters among us.’
A moment later when Tom Bowline looked
from his companions for the purpose of ad
dressing Bright Eyes, he found the white girl
Then the sailors gathered around tbe prostrate
man, and the fair but pale watcher at his side,
and swore to defend them against King Metza,
and the man who had wrought the Gull and
them so great disastet.
Night fell upon the clump of palms, and the
devoted little band that inhabited it.
Tom Bowline, fearing a nocturnal surprise,
had established a picket guard while he watch
ed the Indian doctor and his patient.
It was an old man whom Bright Eyes had j ed person
brought from her father’s village; but be wore | band,
a kindly countenance, and soon assured the
white girl that his patient’s injuries were not
In a short time the unfortunate man was able
to sit up, and a few words acquainted him with
the loss of the Gull.
* You must have been swept overboard by the
violent waves,’ Tom Bcwline said.
‘No! no!’Bait.ley Haie. cried. A man stole
up to me, caught me in his arms, and tossed me
into the sea.’
The listeners stared info the'speaker’s face.
‘I’m not the least surprised,’ the rough old
old sailor said. ‘ The vbole thing is a dastardly
« What do you mean" asked the youth.
< The wreck of the Cell, and your immersion
in the sea. The man who tried to murder you
when she saw tbe two whites busy among the
chiefs, her heart sank within her, and she thought
of the unfortunates in the clump of palms.
When the warriors marched away, with them
went Captain Jernarn and Reginald Grame, and
Bright Eyes, guarded in her lodge as a suspect-
was powerless to warn the little
The reader may imagine how impatiently she
aw aited the return of the king s warriors. The
minutes seemed hours to her tortured heart,
for, from what she had learned in the white
ci mp, she knew that the two plotters sought the
lite of Bartley Hazel, ior whom, of course, she
Ere long a series of shouts announced the
return of the warriors.
Bright Eyes started up when she heard the
cry, w hich was not a harbinger of victory. Her
heart seemed to stand still in her throat when
she saw the band approach the village with
mournful tread, bearing with them the dead
bodies of a chief and several warriors.
• No; he is old and slow. They are drin‘
his liquor now. ’
The girl uttered an exclamation of thanks, an “
presently the son of the guard came to the loai?e
He was not alone, for he rode a black horse un
j ‘ Do they sleep so soon ?’ cried the queen.
J ‘ Not all,' said the boy. ‘ But they know noth-
■ ing. The Great Medicine says go !'
i Bright Eyes was eager to obey. She sprang
from the lodge, and was soon seated on the black
steed whose mane she firmly grasped, and urged
As Hhe passed the last lodge she looked back
ward, and saw the several chiefs of the council
all under the indnence of Tomaka’s liquor.
But they would soon recover without sus
picions of having been Jrugged, and the work
would be resumed.
The camp of the warriors was beyond the
village, and her flight was unobserved.
Stie rode like the wind over stream and plain
and through the groves of palm and cocoa, till
she starth-d the inmates of the white camp.
To them she delivered the warning, and the
j interrogation, ‘What shall we do?’ passed from
! mouth to mouth.
‘To the coast! Tomaka says that white men
I from a ship have been gathering cocoa Duts all
day. They may he there still.”
The words of the queen thrilled every heart,
and -to the coast !’ was now the cry.
Bright Eyes accompanied the devoted little
band of whites.
She made Bartley Hazel and Myra Harold ride
her horse, while she walked at his side with her
eyes fixed on the ground.
A battle was going on in tbe queen’s heart.
The coast was reached before dark, and the
eager men hailed a boat which was in the act of
putting off. A minute later there was a joyous
i meeting, and tbe English sailors agreed to send
several boats after the party.
‘Will they not harm you ?' Bartley Hazel asked
Bright Eyes, as the boats neared the land.
‘What if they do? She is ready, tor she has
She paused suddenly, tore the strands of
I pearls from her arms, and thrust them into
•Wear them when he makes you that which
Bright Eyes would have been !’ she cried, and
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the pearls on her wedding day.
Bright Eyes escaped puuiHhmeDt, but re-
vengetully drove the two white plotters to sea
in a frail boat.
Their fate is wrapped in mystery.
Golden Rules for the Boys ami Girls.
The person who first sent these rules to be
printed says truly if any boy or girl thinks ‘ it
would be hard to keep so many of them in mind
all the time, just think also what a happy place
it would make of home if you only could:'
1. Shut every door after you and without
2 Never shout, jump or run in the house.
Never call to persons up stairs or in the
next room; if you wish to speak to them, go
quietly where they are. .
4. Always speak kindly and politely to ser
vants, if you would have them do the same to
5. When told to do, or not to do, a thiDg, by
either parent, never ask why you should or
should not do it.
6. Tell of your own faults and misdoings—
not of those of your brothers and sisters.
‘ Just it, and Regimld Grame offered him gold
to do it. They are onthis coast now.’
What!’ cried Barthy Hazel. ‘ Do you mean
i , , , , , , , , , . 7. Carefully clean the mud or snow off your
! . . Ca K P T JerUam had a bl00dy banda S e abo,,t : boots before entering the house,
his head. . ! 8. Be prompt at every meal,
j It was not long before her guard, although y. Never sit down at the table, or in the par-
I forbidden to converse with her, informed her I lor, with dirty face or tumbled hair.
that the whites had defeated the warriors, who
fought with bows and spears, while their ene
mies had far shooting guns. Her heart leaped
for joy at this announcement, but- she started
o say that they have li.lowed me from London? ■ w }. en guard said that her father had sworn
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Tell me how you i-avei her from the wreck.
‘Oh! nothing was asier.’ the sailor exclaim
ed. ‘When we were taking tc the boats, I
thought of her, for I h.d missed you. When I
reached her side I fon d Reginald Grame there,
therefore he was knocted down, and Miss Har
old was carried to ot boat. We accidently
found you in the wate, on a coop, and with
great rejoicing bore yo. to this spot.’
‘ You shall be rewardsd, Tom Bowline,’ said
the young man. * But ve will not dwell upon
that now. It is eviden.that we will have trou
ble with those two men,therefore I appoint yon
commander-in-chief of fur little army. I am
not strong enough for n|tive service, but when
it comes to fighting, yor shall not find my wea
pons idle.’ L
It was near midnight (efore Bright Eyes and
the ‘ medicine man’ stol from the little camp,
and returned to King Mitza’s lodges.
She retired to her wijtvam unperceived, but
could not sleep. There danced before her vis
ion that handsome face ‘hicb she had first seen,
pale and apparently lifless beheath the palm
tree, and she saw the ej»s open, saw the young
white man sit up, an. beard his voice, the
echoes *f which wero kill in her heart She
sougnt her couch but t rise again and walk
througi the sleeping village with all her
thougtts among the pains m the distant val
In hort, the dark quen of the tropical for
ests was in love, and tte object of her adora
tion was a white man, whom, until the eve
nt ugjust passed, she ha never seen.
Midiy, passionately pe loved Bartley Hazel,
whe, while sue worshiped with all absorbing
aeration, was sleapingiuder the palm, guard
ed the untiring MymlHarold.
lore tfian once in heimidnight stroll Bright
Ees clenched her hand! and a gleam of venge
ance flashed in her eyes Then ske was thiuk-
ig of the pale-faced grl, who already stood
bfore her in the light J a rival.
But morning found tht king’s daughter asleep
ii her lodge, and the sin was rising from the
cean, when she was awtkenei by the unusual
iommotion that reignedthroughout the village.
She soon learned that ter father was about to
send a force of warriort from the place, and
revenge ior the dead.
She knew the vengeance of her savage parent.
‘1 will save him!’ she exclaimed. ‘They
shall not torture him, for he has crept into my
heart. No hand shall tear him out. The arrows
of my people, and the bullets of the white dogs
shall not pierce his flesh.’
10. Never interrupt any conversation, but wait
patiently your turn to speak.
12. Never reserve your good manners for com
pany, but be equally polite at home and abroad .
12. Let your first, last and best friend be your
Saving a Train--A Hero in Petticoats.
We rarely hear of gratitude on the part of
railway companies, and the late action ot tbe
Pennsylvania Railway in connection with the
brave act of a young lady in Pennsylvania, is
Thus resolved, Bright Eyes turned her at- j worthy of commemoration in this respect.
A few days ago an immense rock, weighing
tention to the guard.
With the aid of her beauty and finesse, she ex- j some three or four tons, fell on the track of the
Pennsylvania Railway, near Bush’s curve, and
in such a position that the next Eastern-bound
train, without warning, must have inevitably
| been wrecked by it. There was no time to be
i lost; the train was coming up fast. Nobody had
j seen the accident but a young lady living in the
| neighborhood. Yet this young creature left
her house and sprang up the road arouud the
die by the spears and arrows of her people; bat j curve, tearing her sfiawl off her back to wave as
she who was stealing his heart, was to be spared, I a signal to the expected train. She was not a
and become, perhaps, an inhabitant of the vil- ! moment too soon. The Cincinnati express train
lage ! j was heard in the distance—in another instant it
That moment was one of the bitterest of the would be upon the sharp curve and the tatal
dark queen's life. j rock. She ran for dear life. On thundered the
But she triumphed over it, and nobly won the ill-fated train; high waved the red shawl. Thank
tracted much information from him. She learn
ed that her father had sent runners to all parts
of his dominions, for the purpose of collecting
his entire military force at the village.
• And it is ordered that all shall die except the
white girl,’ said the guard.
Bright E\es bit her lip.
All save Myra Harold, her rival! He was to
‘ He shall not die ! None, shall fail if 1 can
Before the day ended, the beautiful pearls
which had graced her swan-like neck in the
morning were missing. She knew where they
were, so did the guard, who so far forgot his
duty that he sent his son to the ‘medicine man,’
with a message from the qneen.
The old man started when he heard it.
* 1 am old,’ he said, ‘and King Metza can kill
but once. I will do it 1’
As the shades of evening approached, the
dark-skinned warriors poured into the village.
They all came prepared for battle, and were
eager tor the fray.
Before the king’s lodge the chiefs had a coun
cil, at which it was determined to attack the lit
tle camp among the pines, just be ore the break
of day. All these tidings were borne to Bright
Eyes before the conclave adjourned.
* Why does not the time come?’ she said im
patiently to the guard. ‘ Will Tomaka dare to
fail me ?*
God! it is seen, and the signal understood.
Down brakes! the whistle signals. The momeu-
tum of the train is checked; it nears the fatal
rock; it slows; it stops; and the train is. saved;
when the young lady, overcome by excitement
and emotion, fainted at the feet of the crowd of
grateful passengers whose lives she had saved.
The Best Friend.
The most agreeable of all companions is a
simple, frank man, without any bigh pretentions
to an oppressive greatness; one who loves life,
and understands the nse of it; obliging alike at
all hours; above all, of a golden temper, and
steadfast as an anchor. For such a one we
gladly exchange the greatest genius, the most
brilliant wit, the piofoundest thinker. [Les
Tommy, a conscientious boy, has been told
that he must remain perfectly quiet as hie
mamma wants to take a nap—Tommy (in the
middle of the nap); * Mamma! Mamina . What
shall I do ? I want to eengh 1’