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WILD WORK;
A Study of Western Life.
by MARY E. BRYAN.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
■n ye weeks had passed, and no direct action
had been taken bv the government against the
r,«riah that had so summarily disposed of its
officers Immediately after the final tragedy
the town paper came out with its columns filled
with a detailed and ingenious account of tthe
three day's revdlution—the alarm at the ball the
arrest of the officers and the subsequent lynch-
; e of the men who were represented as having
fficited the negroes to murder and outrage.
The accounts that appeared in Northern pa
pers were wide of the truth. In these the people
of the parish were denounced as cold-blooded
murderers of innocent men. Not once was it
suggested that the people were deceived—that,
iriitated as they were with the corrupt rule of
Radical aliens,they were ripe for growing excited
to frenzy over any accusation that might
be brought against the subalterns of a man
who seemed to the people of that section the
embodiment of the tyrannical and dishonest
administration. So, all the fury of the North,
all the surprise and mortification of conserva
tive Southern men, were directed against the
people of the section, and not once was it re
membered that in this minor revolution as in
larger ones, the people are mere instruments in
the hands of a few daring plotters, who have
long mapped out the plot and trusted to circum
stances of their own creating and to certain bold
r0Hr , s to kindle the flame of excitement, calcula
ting on the contagion of this excitement, and on
its quality of blirding reason and hurrying men
on to a violent climax—trusting to these well-
known attributes of Agitation to carry out pur
poses of their own.
So the Northern press poured out its vials
of wrath upon the people; the speeches^ at the
indignation meetings through the Northern
States scathed the people with bitter denouncia-
tioDS while the people,even some of the very ones
who had participated in the dreadful killing of
the officers, now that the excitement had died
out sat in their homes and recalled the events
of the dav as one does the images of a fever-
dream, and dropped their faces in their hands
and groaned with regret for the part they had
taken in it and shuddered with the ever obtrud
ing thought that these dead men they had help
ed to kill might have been innocent.
But davs and weeks had passed and no di
rect action had been taken against the parish
that had so offended against the government.
The indignation meetings, the State councils,
the appointments of investigating committees
had as yet, done nothing to disturb the people
or to check the smooth current of Alver s wish
es, now seemingly flowing without hindrance
to its goal.
The election was fast approaching and seem
ingly there would be no opposition to Alvers
ticket It would sweep the parish. Witchell
did not come; he dared not come unprotected
bv soldiery. Would he procure the troops ?
Did the government fear to send them lest in
the excited state of the parish another war should
have its kindling here? Had the Cohatchm news-
Dmer’s widely published version of the three
days rioTbeen believed, and did the govern-
» i c r. urnra nflTl A tO 16“
mouth curled in mingled displeasure and dis
dain. When they had passed, Cobh, twirling
his long moustache, said: ,
‘My lordly Colonel that likes dirty work to be
done for him, but don’t want it named beiore
him, seems to be flirting with the lemon-haired
widow. That’s rather fast ain’t it ? He s up with
that hump-backed chap, what’s his name, that
had the king pmt out of the way and courted
the queen as she was following her husband s
coffin. I've seen it played. Well, the Colonel s
his match ain’t he?’ , . m
‘No,’ said Floyd haughtily. ‘He feels a sym-
pathv for those lonely ladies. He would do all
in his power to help them. I ou cannot under
stand his feelings.’ .
'Not being a gentleman like him you mean.
Well, I can see his motives. He hears breakers
ahead. He thinks the troops may come, and
he wants to make fair weather with these women
before thev do. He makes out his case to them.
There’s nobody to contradict it; the darkeys are
afraid and the'women never see anybody else,
except him. He’s the plausiblest scamp m
creation. He’s got you under his thumb. Aon re
miserable now, for fear he dont care for you and
jealous even of that lemon-haired woman, and
you’re holding back from me on his a c°°°; nt *
J He had blundered on the truth, or he had
watched Floyd with such jealous scrutiny that
he had discovered it. She was made halt fran
tic at times, by the consciousness that she was
loosing hold upon Alver. Ever since, those two
davs in which he had secluded himself after
hearing the dreadful death of the six officers he
had sent off under guard, he had seemed to fe
a strange constraint in Floyd s presence,
answerid her abruptly, he kept his brow bent
and moody in her presence,
singular inconsistency, she now become tor the
first time, deeply and passionately in love with
the man she had before pretended to love for a
His coldness was gall and bitterness
ment, ignorant of facts there were none to re
port, endorse the newspaper s verdict of ‘foerved
th r“ "nS c„ from the lack of action, state or
national, in the matter.
Alver improved the shining hours. For day»
after the killing of the officers he was gloomy
and inactive; then he roused, he realized
that it needed coolness, bravery and adroit
ness to carryout the advantage his bold coup
bad gained and rose to the occasion. Many
things troubled him. In pursmt of his pur-
nose be had neglected his legitimate business,
and his interests had suffered. The ten thou-
s tnd dollars in the parish treasury at the time
o' the murder of the tax receivei he had retus-
ed to touch. He was not a mercenary
man He bad always valued money only as ..
means to attain power. Then there were men
banging on to him who demanded office for
H services,with whom his haughty,aristocrat-
“ .i re had no affiliation. He did not
want them about him. he chafed at the obliga
tion he owed them. He would have paid them
off as he had done the Nolans but he had not
money to satisfy their claims They, or at least
two of them, had a share of the rings watches,
and money found on the persons of the mur
dered officers, but this did not satisfy them.
They demanded office.
He feared them more than he did the coming
of the Federal troops. If disappointed, their
rough natures would grow furious and refuse to
be managed and would bruit everything
abroad. Chief among these thorns in his side
was Cobb. Another wished Cobb out of the
wav as heartily as Alver did. He had become a
Damocles’ sword over Floyd Reese. He claim
ed her as his reward. He had twice served her
purpose in the accomplishment of her designs;
he had her doubly in his power; she knew that
if exasperated, he was reckless enough to betray
her though it cost him his own life; and so she
strove to conciliate him, though she loathed
herself for doing so. Bad as she was, hard and
cruel, wearing without shame the diamond ring
Cobb'had taken from the mutilated finger of
one of the murdered men, she was woman
enough to shrink from giving herself to the
arms of a ruffian like him. But she feared him
more and more. He was growing impatient and
jealous, and she was forced to grant him inter-
. * — —i- * -b n/\AfVin<i and coaxed turn
to*her, 8 his “light"shudder when she placed her
hand upon his brow, made her feel that he
looked on her as what he had once called h
—a Danther woman—that he associated her al
ways with the horror of that massacre in which
the plot she instigated had culminated.
•Xhe°°b«HOTe Ihi
published statement’thought Alver. gr tfcej
think it will be hard to disprove it. They will
send their investigating committee to £ ew ° r
leans and make a show of inquiry, but they
will be afraid to stir deep, lest they turn up
mole offensive matter. Knowingthe corruption
of the Dartv and the calibre of men that usual
ly comehere to take office, they have sneaking
fears that the statement of a plot to kill ana
rob may be true, and while they make a pre
tence o/inquiry, they will take vesti-
to search truly or to punish, for fear lnvesu
gation may confirm the crime of those men.
Th« r will not send the troops.
This reasoning had much truth to found
iJlf » ® °o ““on might
taken but for one thing. Those who believed that
Marshal Witchell would abandon his hold upon
the parish in the horror and dismay caused by
the death of his brother and his friends, did
not know the man. Grief and remorse held
him paralyzed for a while, then his ^<« ar°used,
made stronger by the opposition against him,
made fierce and bitter by the revengeful thirst
that now mixed with his desire to succeed.
These people—these murderers of his brother
he saidlo himself, should feel his yoke as *bey
had never felt it before. He would show them
that he would succeed, and all who had con-
Courage,’ she said, ‘I will be out side to work
for you; I will write and report to you or 1
will come and tell you face to fice how all is go
ing. I will be permitted to see you. How glad
I am that you are not to be taken away. I heard
th ‘We 4 we^nly'to be confined in the Court house
and guarded, though I fear**™ will be tak
en, to New Orleans to be tried there. I don t
fear the issue, but I regret to use time from
mv affairs here. I shall nominate my ticket and
hope to be out in time to carry he election. If
Tam not, my friends mast wort for our cause.
I know that you will, my brave heart. Keep a
watch upon Cobb and Yent, the- may turn trai
tors Keep them silent by fnghtmng or coaxing
as von think best. Don’t exose yourself to
danger or comment, and do no forget that my
hopes are, in a great measure,! your hands.’
He had not spoken so kindlyo her in weeks.
But now, her face was close to Is her eyes wet,
her mouth tremulous. SheJoked womanly.
He touched her cheek with hi hand, a warm
tear fell upon it. He shuddejd; the thought
of warm, dropping blood cam.into his mind,
nicture of the massacre swacbefore his eyes.
He hastily unloosed her mds from their
hold of him, saying: ‘I mast it tax their pa
tience, good-bye,’ and just toiaing his lips to
her forehead, he rejoined the ailing guard
•He is beginning to hate meihe cried to her
self. ‘It was for him I did ited he hates me
f °This was part of her punistent for sin. The
man she had schemed and wed for turned
from her with a feeling of refeion he could
not master. He was not of l moral calibre
No soulless villain was Alvei He had moral
as well as mental elevation;a jh sense of hon
or. a scorn of every thing hand mean If
thirst for power, and a tierce j*6d ot lvadical
rule and a woman’s powerfinfluence, had
made him stoop to do a wro, they had not
debased nor hardened himlis remorse for
the terrible issues of the excrent in Cohatch-
ie issues he never fully been—was none
the less keen that its workings hid in his
own proud heart. It was noride and unrest
that urged him on to accomh his purpose.
But for these, he would haihrown up the
game that had cost him so maieepless nights,
so many pangs of anxiety angret.
Fifteen minutes later, sawver a prisoner
with several others in the ba*me court house
that was Cohatchie’s pride* prisoner but
unshackled, allowed freedouthe room, and
permitted te recieve and (erse with his
friends.
tuck. He stayed all night some where de night
before and some smart nigger reformed upon
him to de Calv’ry. Dey said he had a big han’
in de ’sturbance and de soljers was mity glad to
git him. I got a chance to speak a word wid
him and he axed straight about you, Miss Zoe.
‘Is she well? he said, and den, ‘Is she mar
ried?' and I tell him, ‘Not yet. De weddin’
will be performed next Thursday night; de
cake done made and all.’ He look mity down
in de mouth, and no wonder. Taint no fun to
hear tell of weddin’s and sich, when you’re in a
scrape like he is.’
And after hearing this, Zoe had to go and put
on smiles and pretty attire to welcome the lover
who came later and who would expect her to be
as happy as he was. So pale was she that Kate
insisted on touching her cheeks with rouge.
The black brows looked like arches of jet on her |
‘ I am never merry when I hear wseet music. ’
‘ Bringing in Shakspeare to excuse yourself.
Little sentimentalist! I suppose all people in
love are sentimental though. Head grows soft
to sympathize with heart; is not so Mr. Lareau?’
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Our Contributors. Stories, etc.—Sub
scribers who have failed to read Mrs. Purdy’s
serial, ‘Mad all her Days,’ have missed a fine,
strong, thoughtful story, full of deep and noble
insight into character and motives. We will
shortly begin a new story from her pen, called
,Queen Addison, or When Flirting is Right.’ We
will also commence in two weeks a deeply inter
esting serial by a new contributor, together with
a seiies of bright and crisp short stories, from a
corps of experienced writers.
The Health Department of this paper deserves
ivory forehead, and the eyes beneath were dark- \ to be read with care. Every article is of value.
CHAHPTER XY.
The work of arresting went -ously on. Day
and nfobt, parties of cavalith negroes to
pilot them, scoured the coy, surrounded
houses without warning andihed them from
bottom to top with a thcrougs only equaled
by the indelicacy shown, an. disregard for
the feelings and modesty of Sn. The court
house became like a hotel, saerous were its
inmates, while many to e? capture, had
taken refuge in flight. Youoys and gray
haired men fled the countryiste, or hid in
the miasmatic swamps andk woods, and
fought musefuitoes and lion the results
ot their fishing and huntingfcer with such
food as their friends could ue to convey to
them Sometimes tbeir hidlaces would be
betrayed bv treacherous negnd the ubiqui-
tious cavalry would swoop mpon them in
a hot chase across the couitheir superior
knowledge of the woods arir more dash
ing horsemanship usually eig the pursued
to esanpe.
er, and dropped their long lashes when Roy
tried to read the meanings they held.
Winter Lareau, Royal’s friend who had come
to be ‘best man’ at the wedding had his eyes
and heart seemingly filled by the blonde beauty
of Kate West -a fairy in pale blue with moon
light colored hair and a wild rose complexion;
so the engaged pair were left to themselves.
How hard Zoe struggled to hide all she felt and
to seem interested in Roy’s plans and happy in
his praises. She succeeded as only a woman
with tact and self-control could do. If Roy
noted any lack of her usual variety and spiritu-
elle, sprightliness, the plea of headache explain
ed and excused it. But she was glad to take
refuge in music, and she sat down to the cottage
piano and played fragments of favorite compo
sitions and sang snatches of songs to the delight
of Royal who liked music that was not too ‘ ar
tistic,’ and loved the warm, thrilling melody of
Zoe’s songs. After all though, the playing was
not a wise move. The music brought its own
atmosphere of romance and ideal tenderness
that was dangerous to one who had set bounds
upon her emotions and said, ‘Thou shalt not
overleap them.’ Half unconsciously, she played
the prelude to a dreamy air to which she had set
Hirne’s little song, ‘We met to part forever.’
Then giving herself up to the spell of the mo
ment, she sang the piece to the end. When she
reached the last two lines, a voice caught up
air and words—a voice so low and soft it seemed
an echo—and sang with her:
Dr. Wilson is a progressive man, and he is a
conscientious one. That he dwells more on pre
ventives than on cures, and more on Nature’s
methods of restoring health than on drugs and
medicines, make his views all the more
worthy of attention. His articles upon the
proper treatment of children are worth more
than the subscription price of the paper to ev
ery parent in the land. Dr. Wilson is the phy
sician who so long had charge of the health de
partment of Godey’s Lady’s Book. He is also
the author of the Home Book of Health, the most
practical, sensible, and comprehensive manual
of hygiene we know of. •
spired against his friends should feel the full The ho j day8 w6 re over, adian summer
P, .:%• rfuni«hment. if not directly at the hands -..-ej-V.rfgl beyty,
of the government, then indirectly during Ins
administration oi office among them. Not yet
was his proud spirit humbled. Fiercer and
stronger than ever burned within him the de
sire of power. No softer influence tempered it.
The gentle wife he had loved, the gentle brother
who was so dear to him were both dead. Their
influence could no longer soften or restrain
He silenced the voice that whisperea these af
flictions might be meant as rebuke to his un
scrupulous ambition. He felt himself only a
wronged and thwarted man, and he swore to
p“ he obtained the troop,
and started with them up the river on one of
the larger boats now beginning to ply the rising
St They arrived without warning. The boat
stopped at the landing and the uniformed men
and ^splendid horses came out in numbers that
struck di=may to the towns people. Captain
Witchell was among them. Floyd chanced to
see him before Alver did. His cold, determined
eye tilled her with dread. She hurried t° Alver
and begged him to fly at once. It you had seen
Witchers face you would know that he means
to sift this matter to the bottom and to punish
every man connected with it.
•He has not that power,’ answered ‘Alver. He
mav arrest and try; he has no proof to convict.
I will not run away. I will stand my ground.
Let them put me in prison, let them try me.
views, in which she soothed
with all the art in her power. Some of these in
terviews took place in Alver’s parlor. Cobb was
more presentable now, since he had exchanged
his shabby disguise fora decent suit and trim
med his hair and beard, still that rough figure,
that sensual mouth and lowering brow, seemed
greatly out of place beside the beautiful, intel
lectual fade and superb shape of the bold ad
venturess. Usually though, it was arranged
that he should meet her when she was out rid
ing. In some of the wild bridle paths that ran
through deep forests or along steep-banked ba
yous, he would be waiting for her. Rarely they
rode where there was a chance of meeting otu-
ers, but one afternoon as they left an unfrequent
ed ‘cattle trail,’ and came out into the riverside
road, they saw a gentleman approaching them
on horseback riding beside a lady dressed in a
deep black habit with a black crape veil thrown
back from her very fair face. It was Mrs. Hol-
lin going down to her plantation, and her escort
was Alver. He had shown every attention to
the widows of the dead officers, had called up
on them, expressed his deep regrets at the fatal
extent to which the excitement had gone, had
persisted in spite of cold looks and words in do-
iug everything for their comfort and rendering
them every assistance in their business, until
the poor ladies, too troubled to arrange any
thing for themselves, and too frightened to
venture out, began to give him their confidence
and believe he must be the one friend they had
in this stranger land, and that he had done all
he could to avert the fury of the mob from their
ill-fated husbands.
The meeting parties were embarrassed on en
countering each other, all but Mrs. Hollin. Her
nale pensive, face did not change, but
Flov’d colored and paled as she met Alver s eye,
Cobb out on his look of swaggering assurance
'and Alver’s face darkened and his handsome
They cannot find me guilty. I am not guilty_ of
those men’s deaths. I will nominate my ticket
in prison and win the day, if any fair election
can be held in the land.’
•Alver for heaven’s sake leave at once. I or
dered your horse to be saddled as I came by the
stable/ Everyone is running away I saw Cobb,
Waldon and Hayne on the top of the hill with
their horses at full speed. The troops have be
gun arresting already. At least keep out of the
lav until I can find out for you the extent of the
danger that is to be feared. They say Witchell
has every man down on his black list-
•I know that. I know every man has been
spotted. They have had secret spies and detec
tives among us for a month.
‘And you will not go.’
‘No; to go will be giving up all we have
been working for. Strange that you advise it.
‘True, for the moment I thought only of your
safety ’ the woman said with tears springing into
her eyes. ‘Perhaps it is best you should re
main and be cool and fearless as you know how
to be. Arrest and imprisonment will endear
vou to the people; and when the trial comes,
nothing can be proved against you. Circum
stances favor you. You can show that it was
rieht to arrest and dismiss the officers. You can
show proofs of their guilt strong enough to au
thorize this; with their killing you had nothing
to do. That was the work of a mob^of strange
men, over which you had no
Zoe's wedding day was i.oyal s sister
Kate—vas with her—andonate, lively girl,
Zoe had put aside the (that had so long
been between her and hf°thed. It was a
mist of romance, she saserself, the breath
of common sense mufi^ if aside. She
went dutifully about he: work; she school
ed herself into thinkinguliy of her marri
age with Royal. He wtome on the next
boat, and all preparatfoe made for a quiet
wedding. Quiet it mtP ft ssarily be since
societv here was wofail eu U P, hardlv a
male member being lef of the housholds
in Cohatchie, or for mi^g ^0 river, above
and below. The men !en captured from
time to time by the trol confined in the
strongly guarded walla court house A
few nights before, an itleman, neighbor
to the Vincents, had hibouse surrounded
at midnight by the ca He had managed
to get out and crawl ii garden where he
singularly escaped dis The garden was
tramped from end to ut the old gentle
man, squatting close «*w vegetables was
over looked, or his bite poll was taken
for a cabbage head.
Another house in S'the Vincent place
was surrounded, the tght—a large, dark-
old building which a-fever scourge had
left with one solitary^—a young man.
Leaping from the wilhen he was waked
by the clank of caval* outside his door,
he found himself enbutu bayonets, and
laughing recklessly sog: ‘Why couldn t
you let a fellow finishing nap? he had
given himself up. 4»ts afterwards some
young men. who wei>ng, rode from their
place of concealment the fields, avoid
ing the roads and niters, and came to
see Zoe and Miss We, listening anxious
ly at the window, h« the muffled sound
of oars a few hot their arrival, and
had given the alaime for the young
visitors to make g<r escape. Fifteen
minutes afterwards.il of Federal cavalry
was drawn up aron?ouse m the moon
light, the buildi thoroughly over
hauled and the inaptly questioned con
cerning the birds tlwckily flown. All
who had carried «ring the Riot were
hunted down, the ;hemg the chief in
formants.
Tom Ludd wasting to Zoe on the
‘ In some fair Aidenn we shall meet
Who have parted here forever.*
She turned around, pale as if she expected to
see a ghost.
‘ Was it you that sang?’ she asked Royal.
‘No; I never heard those words before. It
was some one outside. Hugh, perhaps,’ he
said, wondering at the agitation of her looks.
‘ You don’t think it was the spirits ?’
‘ Certainly not, unless you have brought them,’
she laughed, recovering her self-possession. ‘It
was likely Hugh. He has heard me sing the
piece before, or one of the negroes, they are
wonderful at catching up anything musical.’
But she was not candid in what she said and
she walked presently to the back window
through which the sounds had seemed to come
and looked out. She saw no one, but the thick
foliage of the cedar tree close by stirred and
rustled, though there was no wind. She was
about to lean out and whisper a name into the
dusk and silence, when Royal, who was turning
over music at a stand, called to her from the
other end of the room.
‘Ah! Zoe, here is that pretty little duett,
‘Under the Stars,’ we used to sing together.
Come, let us sing it now?’
She answered quickly:
‘ It has been so long since I tried it, I have
forgotten the words, but Kate sings it well and
vour voices blend charmingly together. I'll
Jail lief <j\ oI K1.U aoli w '...it — ! flj. yor>.’
Kate put down the pretty fancy work she had
been trifling over and came to the piano, at
which Royal sat down to play the accompania-
ment. Young Lareau stood by them to turn
the music. After the first few bars of the song
had been sung, Zoe quitted her stand by the
piano and went to the window on the back part
of the room and dropping the curtain behind
her, leaned out, listened and looked. Nothing
out there but the trees, motionless in the breeze
less night, the chirp of insects, and further
back, the white cotton-fields lying under the
moon-light. She turned off with a sigh and was
leaving the window, when she again heard a
rustling outside. Once more she looked; sfie
suppressed a cry that rose almost to her lips.
There in the dim light, just below the window,
stood Hirne. Startled, she stretched out her
hand half believing it was an illusion. He ! Sleet was lost,
caught her hand in his firm clasp and pressed
it to his lips. Drawing it hastily away, she
found voice to say low:
‘I thought you were captured.’
‘ I was. I got away from them. They follow
ed me into the swamp, and I eluded them there.
They went back without their game.’
‘ Why did you not go on and put yourself out
of the reach of danger ? Why, are you here,
where they may come upon you at any moment ?’
‘I am here to see you; I came back to this
place to see you, I have no intention of being
balked of my purpose.’
‘ But you will go now?'
‘ Not until I have had one last interview with
Tliompsou’s Restaurant.—Who would hava
all the heat, trouble and fumes of cooking at
home these broiling days, when they can have
delicious and wholesome meals served to them
at Thompson’s fashionable restaurant at less
cost than they could get up the same in their
own kitchens. And then everything at Thomp
son’s is so delightfully clean, cool and quiet.
The sparkle of glass and silver, the grace and
fragrance of fresh flowers, and the snowy table
linen combine to make the viands more appe
tizing than elsewhere. The ladies’ cafe is a bles
sing to ladies who need a cup of hot tea or cof
fee or a glass of cold sherbet or ice cream after
the fatigues of shopping and visiting, or the la
bor of teaching, sewing, writing, etc. *
The International S. S. Convetion.—The
published proceedings of the late glorious
International Sunday School Convention held
in this city, have been laid upon our table by
Messers. Phillip & Crew. They make a large
pamphlet of 160 pages, embracing all the pro
ceedings, and the many beautiful and touch
ing addresses delivered during that season. Any
one can procure a copy by inclosing 25 cents to
Phillips & Crew, of Atlanta, Ga.
One Of Vanity’s Victims.
The Sad Fate of a Sacramento Girl—A Warn**
' ing to Those Who Dye Their Hair and
, Eat Arsenic.
[Sacramento Bee.]
About a year or so ago a young lady of sunny
temprament, pleasant features and native gen
erosity and goodness of heart, commenced to
use to excess preparations for bleaching her
hair to the fashionable golden tinge and, at the
same time, became a slave to that beautifier of
the complexion and the form—the deceptive
poison, arsenic. Her features before, though
not beautiful, were at least good, but, like too
many of her sex, the handiwork of God Almigh
ty did not satisfy her, and she thonght to im
prove upon it. People soon remarked her
1 ..align'd appearanc/ for the better. Il^t eoai-
j plexion was rosy and blooming, her hair soft,
; silky and of a beautiful tinge, her form plump
er than it had been and her skin smooth and
i white. But her self-congratulaticn did not
! last long. Headaches soon followed, growing
more and more violent every day, but still she
kept on using the abominable stuff which had
been the ruin of so many. Of late her suffer
ings have been almost intolerable. The bless
ing of sleep has not been hers. Rest denied
to her his soothing presence. Her head was a
very hell of torture, night and day, and living
and breathing was an agony. There are wo
men in this city who can tell what she suffered,
Thank God, there are few of them who have
come to her end ? Day by day and hour by
hour her safferings increased. Her mind grew
feebler and feebler, her thoughts wandered, her
and today, a young girl of
| twenty years, she is confined in a cell in that
i prison of the living dead, Stockton, a chained
j and raving maniac—a fearful and terrible warn-
: ing to others. Whether the light of intelli-
: gence will ever illumine her mind and lighten
up the darkness of her life time alone can tell.
Heaven grant that it may, and grant that no
! other woman be so sorely afflicted as this
poor girl!
you.
How the Girl sot the 12,000.
-Oh-
thev are coming. —
breath and turning whiter than before as a party
of cavalry men with an officer at their head rode
up to gate.
Alver received them with that graceful ur-
lianitv that never deserted him, and when ar
rested smilingly signified his willingness to ac
company them, and going in followed by two
soldiers, soothed his wife, clasped her and his
Miildren in his arms, kissed them and said:
•v 0 w I am ready.’ His papers had all been se
cured and his business arrangements made be
fore band in fear of hir being suddenly taken
UP Flovd came to the door as the three were pass-
iD o out along the corridor. Turning to the sol
diers with her persuasive smile, she said: Gen
tlemen, allow me a private word with your pri
soner while you stand guard here at the door.
Yon see, there is but one door to this room.
They bowed low, struck with admiration,
such as all men conceived for this fair woman.
She laid her hand upon Alver’s and drew him
into the room; her fingers closed upon his with
a firm, cheering clasp.
She broke off, catching her
•meddlesomeness in this particular
one afternoon as a)oh the bank, watch
ing the ascending anoke from a steam
er coming up the * l 8 till miles below,
around the deep b -te crooked stream.
She knew that Rtrfs on the boat-the
man that in two d tf be her husband
and she tried to the flutter at her
heart was for joy.as busy crimping her
fair hair, for Rojian,’ whom he was to
bring with him, favorite admirer—a
dark-eyed young energetic and inde
pendent. Tom drawing in Handy s
•fish line’ with ‘cat attached, and
now, with his ps feet, stood where he
had stopped orr fiear Zoe and with his
eyes on the curls staining the horizon,
prononreed th*ing boat to be ‘de ole
Bartable’ comi^’lair’s Bend.
‘Dare’ll be m* on her, I hearn, he
said, not quitede the pride ho felt in
the fact ‘ Dafih anuther man balow
here visterday.down dat way huntin’
my boss and I take him, and I wuz
mity sorry to Sffas. I’d a warned him
ef I’d had a c dey had tuck my vote
away fur doinle wuz dat Cap’n what
spared my lif er de foolishness las’
summer. ’T*— Cap’n Hirne. \ T ou
’member him,
•Remember s s white lace and wild
look bore witlie did.
Hirne caplw came he here? sue
controlled hei
‘I can’t tell Jit.
He was cornin’from
Texas, maytx dat rout when he was
But every moment is full of danger. The
negroes may see you and inform against you.’
‘I know it. Still I must see you.’
‘Come in then. Come to the back door
through the shrubbery. The servants will not
be so apt to see you.’
‘ No, I will not go in. I know who is there.
Do you think I want to meet him ? Do yon
think I could bear to see him look at you as if you
were his already, and you return his fond looks?
No. In a little while, he will have you all to
himself. All I ask of you before that time comes
is a few moments of yonr society—a little while
to look at you, and listen to you, and feel you
near me. Ttien I will go away and yon shall
never hear of me again. But I will not go now
until you have granted me this much.’
‘ How can I? It is very dangerous for you to
be here. Parties of cavalry cross nearly every
night and patrol the river up and down.’
‘ I have my horse fastened at the foot of the
lane there near the woods in a clamp of bushes,
just beyond the great pecan tree. Will you
come to that tree to-night? There is something 1 expenses,
I must say to you. Will you come and tell me
good bye forever ?’
She hesitated. i
‘ I shall wait there until daylight, unless you
come.’
His face was determined. She knew he would
do as he said, and she feard he would be taken
and that it would go hard with him, for she be
lieved that he had been that ‘long-haired, keen
eyed Texan’ who led the mob of lynchers. Be
lieving it however, she still found it hard to resist
his pleading for a last interview, in which he
had something to say to her. It might be im-
portat she should hear the something, she
reasoned, and it was right to try and save him
from the consequences of his own imprudence
iq exposing himself to being captured on her
account. It was her duty.
The last verse of the song was being sung.
She must speak before the notes that had
drowned their low talk should cease.
‘ I will come’ she said, and stepped out from
behind the curtain as Royal rose from the
piano.
• Roy is in ^ilendid voice,’ cried Kate. ‘Don’t
yon think so Zoe? Why what is the matter?
You look almost ready to cry Does music af
fect you so ? I thought yon more matter-of-fact.
Fie!’
[Nelson (Ky.,) Record:]
Quite a remarkable case is reported from Larue
County, four miles from Buffalo, in the vicinity
of Brush Creek. One old man, named Henry
Mattison, had for fifteen years been successfully
engaged in the manufacture of moonshine whis
key, and in that time accumulated a sum of mon
ey, about $12,000. One day last week Mattison
died, and before death repented of his sins;
then made up his mind to give the Government
his money, as he considered he had swindled it
out of that amount. All he had was money, ex
cept the patch of ground that he lived upon,
about three acres. The day after his death,
Sally Small, a young girl said to be his illegit
imate offspring, visited her dead father, and
while there, succeeded in getting the money.
While the friends of the old man were at the
grave, Sally, who was with her beau, a young
man from Lexington, concluded that it was the
best time to ‘light out,’and this they did. They
took the Knoxville branch train at Gethsemane,
and went to Govesburg, where they took a train
over the Southern road for some point East.
They are, no doubt married now. The girl sent
$50 dollars to an acquaintance to pay the burial
I Wender.
When a young man is clerk in a warehouse,
or bank, and dresses like a prince, smokes
‘foine cigars,’ drinks ‘noice brandy,’ attends
theatres, balls, and the like, I wonder ifhe
does all upon the salary of clerkship ?—When a
young lady sits in the parlor all day with her
lily-white fingers covered with rings, I wender
if her mother don’t make the puddings, and do
a good deal of work in the kitchen ?—W r hen a
man goes three times a day to get a dram, I
wonder if he will not by-and-by go four times.
—When a young lady laces her waist a third
smaller than nature made it, I wonder if her
pretty figure will not shorten life some dozen
years or more, besides making her miserable
while she does live ?—When a young man is
dependent on his daily toil for his income, and
marries a fine lady who does not know how to
make a loaf of bread or mend a garment, I won
der if he is not lacking somewhere, say towards
the top, for instance,
A Philadelphia bank was robbed yesterday, in
Ihe usual way, of twelve thousand dollars in bonds.
Two robbers did the work—one amused the clerk
while the other pocketed the ‘sugar.’