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TVE PIOWEBS UilUCTlOf VOL. III. 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. BRIGHT EYES — OR, The Forest (Jneeii’s Sacrifice. Bt majoi: a. r. cBA.vr. CHAPTER I. 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 fair lady,” • 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 friends.’ ‘ As old friends,'.’ ejaculated the young man king 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 and intractable. 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- with surprise. 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 tom.’ 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 their vision. 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 act 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 Met night?* vivors. 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 note. ‘ 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 him thither.’ The Indian girl arose. ‘ Stay !’ cried a burly sailor, striding forward and touching her arm”. ‘ When did you leave your people?’ •This evening.' ‘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 ?' ‘ Yes.’ 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 pistol.’ • 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 •'one. 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. CHATTER II. 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 serious. 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 scheme.’ « 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 most feared. 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 caparisoned. 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 him away. 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 | lost—’ She paused suddenly, tore the strands of I pearls from her arms, and thrust them into Myra’s hands. •Wear them when he makes you that which Bright Eyes would have been !’ she cried, and *lio . ......* ,U.. 1.1.,.. 1. V,U.-I.K.au-ini/ 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 slamming it. 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 you. 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. ‘Captain Jenam.’ ‘ 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 Pr.11 rvwx IvrxxxT rnn *. a h jr * mm fra xr*rar‘L' , 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 ley. 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 mother. 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 victory ‘ He shall not die ! None, shall fail if 1 can save!' 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 sing. 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’