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n, E FLOWERS COUECTIOiY VOL. IV J. H. & W B. SEALS, treopEmToHs. ATLANTA, GA„ SATURDAY, AUGUST 10. 1878. TERMS.1S PER ANNUM IN ADVANCE. A Sacred Memory. ET FLETCHER ,1 COWART. Thera w moon's silver crescent Drifts clown the eputurled sky, Anti the winds, worn out with wooing, Asleep with the flowers lie; And ear and eye find nothing In the grec n woods dark and still, Hut the fire-fly's fitful lantern, And the notes of the whip-poor-will. Yet a spell like that of music. When the heart is rapt and lone— A something ike a whisper Of the loved ones dead and gone— Comes over me now in the silence, In the breath of the latter June, In the night-bird's lonely carol And the light of the sinking moon. We've heard, in the pearly conch shell, The sound of the sleepless sea. So the harper. Memhrv, chanteth Of that which used to tie; And of all the songs he singeth Ofthe hallowed long ago. There's one of an aut umn mionight, When the bended moon was low, That comes tit times, soft drifting Down the tide of by-gone years, Pleading, with its holy sorrow, ! or a meed of tribute tears. Of the time w hen the -ad-laced angel Beckoned, with his shadowy hand My brother in his childhood,' Away to the silent land. IIow lie paled in his ehi’disli beauty, When the sudden summons came. How lie went so uncomplaining. When the Father called his name. Will ever be the burden Ofthe harper's holiest lay. And 'twill help to keep mv footsteps In the straight and narrow way. A FIGHT FOR A WOMAN: — OR, THE — ‘His no longer, Vivian !' said bis voice hoarse with battle. ‘Mine now and forever !’ She did not reply, but pressing his hand with tears in her eyes, sank back with a happy smile. She krew that the terrible fight for her was over, and his words told her who had gained the day. ‘Tell him tfcat I forgive him all,’ she said to her American lover. ‘I thought I loved him but that was long ago. I did not know my own heart then, for I was a child.’ Ben Monarch bore Vivian’s message to Monte- bardo. ‘I knew she would not love me, bnt her pret ty face drew me on,’ he hissed in reply. ‘And what have I got for my hot-headed persistency ? A right arm cut throgh by your sabre—a ball in my breast from your pistol ! From this hour I will hate a woman’s face !’ The Bombard’s captain forced the Spaniards to sail away without their captain, whom he in tended to turn over to the home government to be tried for piracy. But Spain never received him, for he managed to escape from Monaroh’3 hand, and perished at sea in an open boat. It was a fate not wholly undeserved by the villain. After the stubborn fight on the Gulf, Ben Monarch conveyed Vivian to her old home, and there nlade her his wife. For did he not de serve the fair one whom he rescued from the waves, and kept by the power of cutlass and ball? Mothers of Larire Families. Th.p t’ v ' i aptain threw hj*r COMPLETE IN ONE NUMBER. EY MAJOR A. F. GRANT. CHAPTER I. out the VIVIAN. ‘It was a dreadful gale, Gerald. Thank God we weathered it without loss of life ! •Which is more than others did I fancy. When the storm burst upon us last night I saw four vessels—ali ctf our starboard bow. It is morn ing now; bnt where are they ?’ The first speaker looked around upon the waste of waters before he replied. • I do not see a sail,’ he said. ‘ I, too, noted the quartette ofi the starboard: but the dark ness of the gale soon blotted them Irom my sight. I could easily be argued into the belie! that the sea has swallowed them.’ ‘ Heaven torhid 1 Did you make them last night ?’ • I tried to.’ • With what sueess ?’ ‘Two appeared to be American craft, others looked like Spanish ones.’ ‘La Fitte, probably.’ • Or Captain Montebardo. ’ 1 Pray who is he?" The Captain of the American craft did not reply to his lieutenant’s question. He turned his forehead as if to expel some unwelcome memories which were trying to force themselves upon him. ‘Is this Captain Montebardo a pirate like La Fitte?' Gerald Steele asked again. ‘I am sure—’ ‘ Was I talking about such n man? ’ interrupted the Captain turning suddenly. ‘Aye aye, sir. You said that one of the ves sels standing to starboard last night might have been Captain Montebardo'*.’ ‘I most have been dreaming.’ ‘Enough of this, Gerald,’ the captain said in an altered tone. ‘Seme day I'll tell you who this Captain Montebardo is, but not now. You may not have heard of him; hut his Hag flies above the waves of the gull and Le is eager to cross cutlasses with me. And I assure you, Gerald, that I do not abominate the thought of meeting him. The world is too small for both of us 1’ The last word had scarcely f allen from Captain Ben Monarch’s lips when the watch uttered a cry that startled everybody on the Bombard’s deck. • What is it?’ cried the captain, darting to the man’s side. ‘ Look!’ answered the watch, pointing to wind ward. ‘By the trident of Neptune ! there dirfts a spar, and upon it is a woman !' Ben Monarch began to adjust his glass when j the watch continued: ‘You need no glass to see her white clothes, j cap'n. Judging by the line of your eyes you are j evershootin’the mark now. Yonder she is. Now you see her! Now—’ ‘ Yes ! yes !’ cried the Bombard’s commander, ; darting to the ship’s side. ‘A woman.’ . Atter gazing for a moment upon the spectacle j he ordered a boat to be lowered, and strong arms i were soon sending the succoring craft through j the waves gilded bv the sun’s first beams. Captain Monarch did not lead the saving par- j ty, but watched intently from the deck. He ' ha 1 sent Lieutenant Steel to the rescue, and | that Li gentlest hands in the service I worn,' ft the poor unfortunate from the spar, j Frcm his station on the Bombard’s deck, Cap- j tain Monarch saw the young lieutenant lean | over the boat’s side and draw the woman from the perilous situation that surrounded her, and answered the sailor's snouts with a reward ing cheer. With feverish impatience Le awaited the re turn of the succoring party, and when it had come within hailing distance, he cried: < Dead or alive Gerald ?’ And the veung lieutenant answered, ‘Living ! • Thank God !’ the captain responded with fervor, and a few moments later Gerald Steele came up the ladder with the waif in his arms. t A beautiful and innocent looking creature, is siasm, casting a look upon his unconscious bur , then. i 'N f o fcny tn t Steele pressed forward with his prize, no j bea-. . r jllowed a i ignus/atu' weight in his strong arm, and showed her white ‘ ID&indled at the tires of lie girl's white face and sylph-like form to the Bombard’s cap- i li.'nd 1 ting fiend.’ *had died away, tain. Floyd, I Hi*—’was currying • deck, ‘Yes, Gerald,’ said Monarch with the fi>„ O fv,/,.our answer!' came from Spanish craft, glimpse, but the next instant his face become ins deathly white and he staggered from the sight. ‘Living, did you say?’ he cried to the startl ed lieutenant. ‘ Yes.' * To my room with her, and call Mr. Waldren in. Quick, Gerald ! SAe must not die.’ With his eyes rilled with wonderment at his commanders excited conduct, the lieutenant hurried below with the late tenant of the floating spar. ‘ After those happy years we meet again !’ Ben Monarch said as he paced the deck with hands locked behind him and his thick sailor beard upon his breast. ‘I thought Vivian, that we had parted forever. What strange fate has brought to me? Your plantation home is far away, and you were happy there Must I associate your appearance on my deck witu that man who came between ns then—that man whom, for your sake, I shot down, lied and turned sailor ? He is here ! Yon are here ? You may be Exton Montebardo’s wife’ but I will not believe it.’ He paused abruptly, for the cry of ‘ship ahoy !' seemed to rouse him from his reverie. He turned quickly at the sound. ‘Where away ? 'On our starboard bow, and bearing down up on us.' Captain Monarch looked in the direction in dicated by the sailor, and was surprised to make out a rakish looking craft somewhat larger than the Bombard, and bearing down upon him with suspicious rapidity. He tnrned his glass full upon the stranger, and after a minute's inspection turned to the anxious occupants of the deck, and said calmly ; Open the arm’s chests, and prepare for bloody work.’ The man flew to the work, believing that the stranger was one ol La Fitte’s vessels; but the captain, white as ashes, again waited lor her to come within hailing distance. At last the stranger found herself sufficiently near the Bombard to be hailed, and Ben Mon arch’s voice rang out loud and clear: ‘Ship ahoy ?’ ‘Aye, aye. sir !’ ‘Who are you ?’ ‘The Red Duro, Captain Montebardo, a man with whom you are doubtless acquainted.’ It was the lied Duro's captain replying in per son to the hail. ‘We nave met before!’ answered Monarch. ‘What do you want ?’ * The person of my wife, Vivian, blown over board last night, and picked up by your boat not long since.’ Captain monarch started. ‘Vivian his wife ? he murmured. ‘No! I will not believe him. Sue must tell me. I will be lieve no one in this matter save Vivian.’ You have consulted the vi:now what do ! you say?’ \ ‘ r refuse to give her up ! is not the wife ! of Ex:on Montebardo, and >ng as we can ; wield a cutlass on the Bomba leek, she shall , not be !’ The Spaniard muttered an . and shouted: ‘Your stubbornness desaeipon your own head ! I have loDged for ihi.-r: and before | the day is done, the waves olgulf shall roll i over the Bombard’s deck.’ J ‘Come on ! We fight for tbnor of the fair- i est lady in the world. She ie priz-, found at sea, and will be defended je last!’ j The rival captains left rhfc* of their re spective vessels, and on eacetive prepara tions for a bloody conflict be; The old love of other dafd returned to Ben Monarch's heart, and as fighting for the same lace which in itflldish beauty [ charmed him on the banks oiMississippi. What if she had rejected hit—what if she had told him that she loved; same Exton Montebardo, who now sought ench her from him—he had just henrd from .allid lips that the Spaniard had carried hem the planta tion home, and the treatments she had re ceived at his hands cried alotr vengeance. There wasn’t a keener cutla the gulf than Captain Monarch’s—and he ©inded a crew tried in fierce combats with ’itte and his lawless followers. greater, i. r sides 'wefe protected by iron, and her crew consisted of picke i desperadoes.among whom Exton Mentebardo’s voice was law. If Captain Monarch's crew was smaller than that of his antagonist, he had men upon whom he could depend. He commanded the true American sailor. The Bombard replied with spirit to the Span iard's tire. Her practiced gunners sent the heavy b-tlls among the rigging with telling elfeot, which soon exasperated Montebirdo and made him iesolve to board. Spite the Bombard's with ering tire, the Red Duro gradually approached her, aDd the command to ‘repel boarders’ fell from Monarch’s lips. The two vessels struck with a crash, and over the planks rushed Monte- barrio and his desperate crew. But they were met by the best cutlasses in our then infant navy, and hand to hand on the Bombard’s bloody decks, the battle raged for the possession of Vivian Jayne. Thrice the Bombard's band of heroes beat the boarders back: bnt as often they returned to the attack, and drove the Americans aft. Cutlass met cutlass on the slippery decks, and pistol re plied to pistol with murderous effect. In the midst of the terrific battle, a ball ca reering wildly in its flight, severed the rope that he! 1 the Bombard’s flag aloft, and through the stifling smoke it came fluttering down, the Spaniards believing that their foe had struck, greeted tiie sight with a fierce cry of triumph, and Montebardo sprang forward to seize the standard. But he saw his intention forestalled by a smoke-begrimed man, who snatched the flag from the deck and drew back to defend it. ‘Give me the flag!’ cried the Spaniard, grasp- ind the standard. •Never, Exton Montebardo ! It was not low ered to you. It never shall be ! The captain ofthe Rea Duro started—for de spite the roar of the battle, he recognized the voice—he stood face to face with the rival of other years. ‘Here we settle our old feud,’ he exclaimed. •Here we settle all for Vivian's sake.’ With his hand still on the fallen flag, and cut lass raised, the Spanish commander threw him self upon his firmly planted foe. The blow fell upon a cutlass true as his own, and the next moment it tore his sword arm al most in twain. ‘Mercy!’ shrieked the Spaniard, sinking back as his cutlass fell from his nerveless grasp. Mercy be it tnexi, if you call ofi'your des " wa3 tjie^ ?' CHAPTER THE SEA mB The Bombard’s crew distrib themselves at their respective posts with aty and much enthusiasm. They believed jlLt enemy was the notorious La Fitte in per but the cap tain undeceived them: ‘Sailors, he said, sweepiue well-formed ; ranks with his eyes, ‘we are tht a man who ! hates bnt me. The battle wi )n be on, but j I can tell you this; Ten years the lovely be ing who lies in my state-room-, was a girl ot fifteen, the pride of a wealthVer. the queen of the noblest plantation in Lana. I knew her, and knowing her, loved Ithougb. I was 1 adots, and leave ns with the ship then a man without name or ,ne. I had a ply. rival. He commands yon shijston Monte- Montebardo hesitated. His crew was press- bardo, whose father was band trorn Spain ing the Americans hard, for the tall of the flag for treason against the crown.ie night, my had disheartened them. Victory seemed within rival insulted Vivian. I reseithe indigni- his grasp. ty, met and shot him. Then told me she 1 ‘Cali them off!’repeated the Bombard's corn- loved him! Poor child ! S’atught she did mander. ‘Or I will complete the work began on then—I left the home of my >ood, for the ! the Mississippi’s banks ten years ago. waves. Now we meet again. ] e terrific gale 1 The raising of the avenging cutlass above his last night, N iviun tried to es from Exton ' ^protected head decided the pirate. Biting Montebardo. Tiie wind and tlave gave her bis lips with pain and mortification, he ordered to us, knowing that we would .ect her He 1 ' a j g cr ew back to their ship. Sullen as wolves comes now and demands her, that she is driven from a feast, they retreated over the his wife. But she declares tR jalse; now Bombard’s sides, leaving their captain a prison- fight was over. More than one can crew lay dead or wounded ind many a dark faced Spanish „aiior did not return to Red Duro. All this for iair-faced Vivian Jayne, the waif of the Gulf. DuriDo the fight, she lay on Ben Monarcn s sailor bed with eyes closed, and hands clasped as if in fervent prayer. Sue looked like a corpse, so white and cold was her beautiful face, and her attendant believed that she slept. Bat though her eyes were tightly closed, she heard the hoarse cries of the combatants on the deck above, heard every pistol, and the blows of steel meeting steel. At the almost imperceptible sound of the opening of the cabm-door, \ man her eyes and beheld a strong man who To mothers of large families who are taxed so severely, I must say a word because I know where the shoe pinches—you cannot keep pace with the literature of the day, scarcely find time to hear what is written of ‘Helen’s habits' ’ ving so many of your own to look after, and y ask. i-'vi»'j.ite trom duties • h T »■*- e to ifhpiu?e her mina . -«..•>*•?*-T-iSU-*i* ow dreadfully / would feel if my child asked m!e some question I could not explain.’ Would you? Better begin by feeling a little charity t your sister-woman whose ‘quiver is full of arrows’—help her with her work, lighten her load-become a friend and then advise her to ‘devote a few hours to study !’ Study indeed ! when every year brings the perpetual baby to her arms, and her study is baby-talk, baby-wants, and knowledge how to rear each, so its to make them healthy children. Are you the Solomon in petticoats to tell her when and how she is to acquire that learning watch wili fit her for the society of your intel lectual friend Miss Blue stocking or Mrs. Belle Letter? Is it in the nursery where the weary arms at last are eased of the baby-burden and her tired body and anxious heart rest awhile’ where the tearful eye, once more g aze s on the littlo one asleep, ere it closes, in the dreamless slumber of exhaustion ? Or is this erudition acquired over the sewing machine, where the work basket seems ever too full, and the wonder is, how the hundred garments ever get made Many children doubtless bring many jovs even to the rich, or even to those in comfortable cir cumstances tor many children grow up to lovely women and brave men, and in time take th- work from the mother’s hand, the care trom the mother’s heart, but judge not Ch A y6 who b lngS ° r women of luxury, the mother who bears the heat and burden of tne day cheerfully, heroically—finding D0 t the least ot her trials, in the inability to indulge ic mental work, to ‘i myroc( the mind' to keen pace with t..e daily science of the art even tokSJ h« “o°«s''iiStVS g ?,/“ m t n r home a happy one, even t0 . make the buttons and the ordering .’■ e se ™g °. u . °f early and seeing to the waV« me ^ s • —rising Then indeed had she earn.a 1 h -°? sehold? ‘let alone’by the carpi nr , be be that judge man or woman ne * sl d e d judge, A Strange We<ldin s Fee. _ —-i that^ened resi was Monarch s replv, -ami ii I retase to give her ance to the last. up, cutlass and ball shall decide the question of ’ ; ‘I knew it!’ the American saicith a glow of superiority.’ pride. ‘Now iet every man do fluty %r the Turning from the Red Duro, he hastened be- \ honor of Vivian Jayne !’ * ’ low and entered his state room with the easy 1 Both vessels hastily concludnreDaratious tread of a girl. He saw a female form on his ! for the battle. A new'and eie<*ai B w is hoist- couch, and smiled at the finger of silence which ed hv the Bombard’s commander ii almost at the ship’s surgeon lifted. Bnt no human power the same moment a black easier J nhnve the could have kept him from the bed, and he soon i Red Duro s decks. t5 oc an looked down upon the beautiful creature rescu- ‘A fit flag for Exton Montebari th 4meri- ed from the spar. can captain said to Gerald Stee' She was not asleep, and her large blue eyes ! from the piratical standard **p * he tU nr met him in a glance of recognition. i standard may never be lowered ,“ eaven ° n opened her ey - - , , . The next moment the captain’s head dropped j A moment later and a hail bore the signs of battle on his person, b.ooay upon her besom, and the twain were exchung- flew through the Bombard's ri °he Spanian meI1 ts »nd powder-darxened face and beard, ing names. little damage, It opened the hf’ dolUg bUt ! *Ben ! ’ she said, putting out a hand to the vis- • I cannot tarry, Vivjan,’ the sailor said, ris-I The Red Duro was surer-, T , , . Unr ' next moment the salior bent tenderly , tip HoffiDara llul ' ing. ‘They wait for my reply, with guns doub- • in almost every respect. H r lament was ‘ over her. A clergyman who w as formerly i n „ * , . Harttord, Conn., but now m v„J, J 0ca ted in ried a little over a year ago, a " con , r *’ niar- once started for Europe, and hav« 16 w ^° at turned. The bride-groom was a o« 6 . c , 8n t’‘y re wealth, and before he presented of bridal altar he placed a on“L j M f8t th. greenback in his vest pocket to give tn n. do ^ ar son for the marriage fee, aufi pavVe' 6 as he supposed. While crossing „ to discovered, greatly to his astonish bill in the pocket where he had plac 6 i • could account for its presence there onl U ’ aad theory that he must have had another L'n 11 different denomination, which he bad i ° f a to the clergyman by mistake. Qu eettin 0D i ated to this country he determined to solve tery, and waited upon the reverend aenff mys ’ who did not recognize him, and in ( |a; r(i( 3 e ?? an ’ a certain date he did not marry a certain (■ ” ° a The clergyman remembered the occasion* 1 ^ 6, fectly. n P er - ‘I know I am about to ask an question,’ said the visitor, ‘but I shovjq i- l ? eil t be informed what fee you received f 0r _ i*' 6 to ing the ceremonj ?’ orm- The clergyman was not prepared to mak« disclosure, naturally being astonished interviewer should propound such a qn e<Jt - ls bnt upon an explanation being made that'in 1 ’ gentleman himself, whom he then reco ‘he was the one he had married, he said he of course, gratify him, since he was so anxi ** to know. 0Us ‘I received,’ he then went cn to say j ^ small quantity of fine-cut chewing toba CCO) j .-Y ed in a very small piece of paper. ’ That was enough; the only thing r etuaini n to be done was to apologize, laugh hearti]^ shake bauds, and make the one hundred doll, deposit good.