ATLANTA, GA„ SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1878.
TERMS,IS adv*“ ,ui ‘
O Sweetness that can never more return!
Thou art passed out of life,—and whither
The hard-pruned bough may heal, and sprout
And some light hearts may all too quickly
To spare the brave, and live without the true.
But as some painter that yet seeks in vain
The long-wooed color for his hungry eye,
And dreams it woven on some foreign loom,
To wake and liud it missing 'neath his sky,
So have we lost a glory to the tomb.
Spring shall come round, and all her sounds be
And sweet her lips with all ambrosial dew,
The wooing sun shall set earth’s heart astir,
And she rejoice, and we have rapture too.
Butouebuslied chord shall no more answer
Out of life's sunny woof one thread is drawn,
Death's face hath bleached for us her fairest
One flower that bloomed is fallen,—later flower
Will never shine as sweet against our sky,
Fill this blank place, that fragrant scent re
Good-bye Sweetheart! The way seems long and
The.future lies before me bleak and chill,
Life streches out a desert gray and arid,
Though thoughts of thee must yet my bosom
Alas! Fate says depart,
Good-bye, good-bye Sweetheart!
Good-bye Sweetheart! The parting hour is on us
Close to this heart where oft thy head has lain,
Once more, but once, I clasp thee madly quiver
While all my being thrills and throbs with pain
Alas! Fate says depart,
Good-bye, good.bye Sweetheart!
Good-bye Sweetheart! In days that yet arecom-
Others shall bow before thy beantous shrine,
But ah! Sweet one, none will, none can e’er give
thee, . „
A passion half so true, so strong as mine.
Alas! Fate says depats,
Good-bye, good bye Sweetheart.
C. G. S.
man, who seemed to be
sleeping, with a smile on
‘I might have been here, ’
he mnrmered. ‘Poor
George! he died in my
stead, and for me!’
Just then his eyes fell
npon a piece of paper half
concealed by the lappel of
the dead man’s vest, and
the next moment master
ed its contents.
‘I have settled accounts
with you at last,Hyatt Ham
ilton. This is my revenge!’
Thus read the writing
on the paper, and the
clerk stared at it till the
letters swam like parti
cles of mist before his
He conld not call to
mind one man who ho
could call his enemy, and
standing alone in the dim
ly-lighted room, he tried
to think who might have
put the paper there.
It was now plain that
the assassin had made a
mistake—that he had mis
taken George Henderson
for Hyatt Hamilton. He
had slain the wrong man,
and the life he had basely
taken coaid not be recall
The news of the tragedy
spread likeoontagion over
Attica. For years the city
had not been distnrbed
by a deed of blood, and
the entire population fol-
The old man at the door heard the kiss.
smiles of Hyatt Hamilton,
her father's clerk.
The new lover received
a stronger affection than
Cliff Marston, and when
the latter returned to Atti
ca and saw his place fill
ed, he told his acquain
tances that he had given
Hope np and suddenly
Now, after an absence
of almost five years, he
was in Attica again, the
business partner of Dud
ley Warton, and the chos
en suitor of his child. He
was five and twenty years
of age, with a short black
beard and mustache, a
fine form, piercing eyes—
in short a handsome man.
But Hope did not love
him. Had she not prom
ised her heart to one
who had departed sudden
ly—to one who was trying
to lift from his name the
dark suspicion of crime.
She had not heard of
Hyatt Hamilton for long
weeks and knew not where
he was. His last letter had
discouraged her, for he
bad said that the death of
George Henderson was
still a mystery, and de
clared that he would not
put his foot into Attica un
til he could clear it and
save his honor for the sake
of the woman who loved
him. He told her that he
felt that he had traced the
He would not
lowed George Henderson to his last homo un- I fered to give him his fare for liis recklessness, , assassin frome^lu^wh^mightVev^
der the frost-tipped pine. I but he spurned it with indignation.’ ter place he had lost the clue, wmen migni nev
Eyatt Hamilton settled back into his seat as | er be regained.
Traced at Last)
AT THE ALTAR,
COMPLETE IN ONE Nl'MBER.
BX F. C. HABBAUGH.
The dead man had not been placed in the
collin, before men began to shun Hyatt Hamil
ton, and the eye of suspicion was turned upon
him. Quick of comprehension, the clerk saw
M’^idSrs’onl £e began "to receive threatening
letters, advising him to remove from Attica, and
one night the affair culminated as the threat-ma
Hyatt Hamilton resolved to leave Attica.
•But I will return with a clear name,’ he said
in his room. ‘I am going to hunt the man who
hated me and slew the wrong person.’
The following day he informed Dudley War-
ton of his intentions, and the old merchant re
leased him with strange readiness. Hyatt
thought he saw that the man was eager to get
rid of him, as his presence in the store, since
the murder, had injured the trade.
From the store, the released clerk went to the
merchant’s house, followed by his late employer.
Hope Warton was in the parlor.
She was a queenly looking woman, beautiful
and highly accomplished. Her father’s only
child; she had been petted but not spoiled.
When she saw Hyatt Hamilton enter the door,
she rose from the sofa and came forward.
‘Do not tell me what has happened!’ she said,
•Then Heaven has spared me the recital, he
said, glancing at the door which the old mer
chant was holding half open. ‘Do you believe
She started from him indignantly
the conductor moved on, and took out his note
«Q»rl? <- t ’ u S 1 -•
derson was killed.’
Did the youth believe that alreaay he * as on
the track of the man who had entered
Warton’s store and stained his hands with blood .
His head was full of strange thoughts, and when
the train reached Fetridge, he seized his valise
and left the coach. . , ,
From Pembroke to Fetridge stretcced one
hundred and thirty miles. The latter place was
a city of forty thousand inhabitants, the center .
of manufacture, and the terminous of a prosper-
It was a dark night in July when a man en-
| tered one of the o larg£, hq,t$j8„iQ "Aii
i facewas covered by a heavy beard, evidently
1 dyed He seated himself with the air of a man
who was tired and wanted a cup of steaming
Toffee; and glanced at the man who sat across the
table discussing a steak.
‘Just in V’ asked the eater, catching the new
0t Among its busy people Hyatt Hamilton soon
comer’s eye as he looked up to take his cup.
‘Yes. Mr. Gorley,good-night, and a hand was
stretched across the table. , .. .,
‘Sir you haye the advantage of me, said the
man called Gorley. *1 expect you ar * ® B on e ;
man whom I have carried over the roads quite
auiuug r —i--- - , , ° >Y 0 n have, indeed, sir,’ was the reply, ‘and
lost himself,and the days lengthened into weeks, T have met you. Look at this pic
""til the soft skies of ‘ _ ifxrn „ rPl , ncm i z
°.=> —v , ,. fi f ture’tell me if you recognize it, and then I may
looked down upon the earth prolific ut > - • ’ lf
and weeks into months, nn ^
summer looked down upon the earth proline oi ’ ou”somethmg about myself.
scented fruit and flowers. „ | Mr Gorley, the railway conductor, looked a
How the people of Attica said, that Hyatt , ^ and J not at tho photograph that the hand
Hamilton’s flight convicted him of crime . And “ g pashing ove r the table; but he took the pic-
how they threatened him if he should ever re- j ture ^ n q i eane d towards the gas. .
turn! ! -r •» tiia faAA.’ he said. It is tue
At was a strange tragedy, and threw Attica in
to a wild state of excitement.
Dudley Warton, an old man, whose locks
were few and white, was the richest merchant
in the little city. During an honest business
life of five-and-forty years, he had amassed a
large fortune and possessed the good esteem of
all who knew him. Somewhat accentric in his
habits, he placed no faith in banking institu
tions, being content to keep large sums of mon
ey in the strong safe under his counters. Many
people prophesied that the old man would open
his store some morning, to find an empty ex
chequer; and even when the country round
about Attica became infested with reckless bur
glars, the merchant was not inclined to take
any extra precautions concerning his money.
But his confidential clerk obtained permis.
sion to sleep in the store, and for many nights
slept on the counter, just above the treasure,
Strange to relate, there was a man in Attica
who bore a striking resemblance to Hamilton,
the clerk. The men were often together, and
at times, when Hyatt Hamilton was called away
for the night, George Henderson would sleep
on the counter. . _ ,
Quite early one morning in February, Mr.
Warton’s clerk reached the store fresh from the
bedside of a sick mother. He knew his coun
terpart was occupying the counter, and thrust
the key easily into the lock. To his surprise
the bolts would not work, and then he made
the discovery that the door was unfastened, and
pushed it open. His first thought upon enter
ing the store was that George had just vacated
it for the purpose of getting a few shavings for
the morning fire, and was inclined to laugh at
his fears. But when he saw the outlines of a
man on the counter, his fears returned, and he
approached, confident that something thrilling
Nor was he mistaken. #
George Henderson lay on his back quite
de The olerk conld see his pale face in the faint
liaht that the western sky threw into the room
by the open door, and felt the brow as cold as
iC After studying the features for a moment,
he looked at the safe, and found it locked. No
hand had tried to force the door, and he rejoiced
that his employer’s money had not fallen into
•HiTESfIrtta&r. th.t j.,.g Henderson
bad sTenemy who would take his life in such a
buUhat the knife had deft his heart,
knew. Again he walked to the dead
‘Ask your mother if she believes that her son
would strike a sleeping friend,’ cried Hope War-
ton, ‘then ask me if I believe the dark accusa
tions against yon. They cannot make me be
lieve them, Hyatt. I know that you will clear ,
yourself from every stain and return to shame
every man in Attica who talks in secret like the
coward.’ „ , . , ..
‘Heaven blest you, Hope Warton, cried tn
young man, drawing the beautiful woman to
wards him and imprinting a kiss on her ups.
Such a woman is worth living for. I re
turn with proof enough to silence the blatan
tongues in Attica, or not return at all.
The old man at the door heard the kiss, and
a strange smile played with his sunken lip 8 - .
The next moment, Hyatt Hamilton tore him-
self from the merchant’s daughter, and received
a cold good-bye from the gentleman.
He entered the car at the station, knowing no.
scarcely caring, where he would bave his 8eat -
After the train had gotten under tall speed, he
drew the mysterious paper from his pocket and
studied the ehirography. .
The more he looked at it the more he became
convinced that he had seen it before; but where,
for the life of him he could not say. Engrossed
in the study of the paper, racking his brains
about the identity of the writing, he did not
hear the conductor call the first station out of
Attica. It was Pembroke, a station merely, and
one where the trains seldom stopped. It was
three miles from Attica, its more pretentious
neighbor,and the cars generally ran alow enough
along the platform that a man might jump
aboard without difliculty or danger. But that
morning no passengers boarded the train at
Pembroke, and when the conductor stopped be
fore the clerk he smiled and said sarcastically:
This is a paying station, Mr. Hamilton.
It must be,’ said the young man, returning
the smile. *1 suppose you average ten passengers
a year from this point?’
•Bless you ! more than that. Three week ago
to-night a man jumped aboard the express here.
He was a reckless fellow, for we went through at
full speed, and I was surprised when I went
back after we got by, and found him quietly
But tho day of retribution was coming; the
avenging hand was hovering over a guilty head,
and when it fell it crushed a liie, and rescued
truth from obloquy.
‘Father, you do not mean this?’
‘I am in earnest, Hope.^ You know 1^would
not trifle in such matters.’
•I do recognize the lace, he said. It
man who boarded my train one night at Fern
broke station—boarded it, sir, at tall speed. ,
wouldn’t have done it for the presidency of the
‘Do you know the man ?’ _ ,
‘No sir, I have not seen him since.
•You left him in Fetridge, I believe ?
‘I did sir. Now, who are you .
‘My name is Hamilton. ,
‘Not a very definite reply,’ said the conduc
tor with " ‘7 know fifty hamilton s.
men has decorated with a pall,
give me an altar of flowers.
The merchant did not hear his child’s last
words, and she followed him down stairs.
She saw the large parlors fnll of people, and
Cliff Marston advanced to meet her before she
had reached the last step.
‘A trifle late, my darling,’ he said; ‘but hop9
is ever welcome.’
The door opened at this juncture, and Hyat
Hamilton entered the room.
Every eye was turned npon him, and his hand
pulled the beard from his face, and left the long
moustache that was wont to crown his upper
lip. Cliff Marston started from the foot of the
For a moment the two men faced each other
‘Murderer!’ dropped hissingly from Cliff
‘Ask your heart who came like a thief in the
night and struck George Henderson,’ cried
Hamilton, stepping towards his rival. ‘Ask it
who boarded the tratn at Pembroke and rode to
Fetrige that night with blood on the guiltiest
soul on earth. You thought you struck me, Cliff
Marston. The slayer of a true man was your
revenge. I have never given o’er the hunt for
you. That ride from Pembroke to Fetridge
may hang you.’
With a white lace Cliff Marston trembled be
fore his accuser, and submitted to the men who
laid hands upon him.
That night the door of Attica jail closed upon
him, and Hope put aside her bridal robes.
Two nights later, Conductor Gorley saw a
man spring at his train as it flew by Pembroke
‘But one man in the world would do that !
said Gorley, and immediately stopped the train.
No new man was on the cars, and the lantern
found a mangled person on the track-
‘I knew,’ said the official, ‘that it was the
With his sins upon him. Cliff Marston was
dying; hut ere the dark shadow of death fell
over him, he told how he had entered Dudley
Warton’s store and struck the wrong man.
u&'Yraih, Hyatt Haniir.R_-S.jiiU attc—p- “^7^"' on
his name, took Hope to his heart.
The manner of Cliff Marston’s escape from
Attica jail was never fully explained; the iron
wheels of the cars had robbed the law of its own.
By dint of search the accused clerk had dis
covered that Marston was the slayer of George
Henderson, and the man who rode from Pem
broke to Fetridge after the crime. The assassin
thought he was striking the man who had won
the love of Hope Warton.
not going , They talk about hanging a young fellow by that
him. Do you
to listen tu iiuj —- -- r ,inHfnl : Tt was the other s turn to srnue,
have chosen your husband, and as the dutiful 1 “ a „i ea m of merriment in his eyes,
daughter of Dudley Warton you shouldl obey dudor^aw a glea^ ^ tQ 8ee it toey wou
without a word. You knew Mr.Marston five years | 1 am g g , *oV.1a and lr
ago, and I believe you thought much ot him
th Iwasagiddy girl then, with my school-books
under my arm; the world was more ideal than
real, and Mr. Marston was quite handsome and
a IleTs quite handsome still, hut not so much
of a ladies’ man. He has had much of the starch
of frivolity taken out of him since you knew him
five years ago. He is the very man to take care
of the woman he loves—and that he loves
from the bottom of his heart, I well know. Hope, | noT. Do vou go down to-
vour union with him will strengthen the busi
ness union between ns. Already thepainteris
at work on a gilded sign that shall read. War-
ton & Marston.’ I have found him a good part-
to whom I would g,™
m i>Qring Ch tmr father's speech, Hope Warton
looked him in the face, and for a long time alter
he had finished she did not apeak-
‘I do not love him,’ she said at last,
think I ever could.’
•Pshaw !’ exclaimed the merchant,
your grandfather’s partner in business in this
very town, and didn’t I marry your mother just
after we had quarrelled? Your grandsire told
her to marry me, and she did;and after we we
married no man had a truer wife than Dudley
Warton. I know how this thing goes, Hope, o
I have tried it. Some people must marry first
and love afterwards; love must follow marriage,
Mnvviooa onmafimM ffllloWS lOV0. But I Will
to lhsten’to'any semblance^of prevarication. J j Cher’s 0 turn to smile, and the con-
do it,’ lie said, leaning over the table and low
ering his voiee. ‘I am the man they want.
‘You? I guess not. Men don t run into a
noose when thep see it.’
‘I shall prove an exception, said the younger
man ‘You say you do not know the man who
boarded your train at Pembroke?
‘I never troubled myself aboo’
know him ?’
‘And you think they will not stretch you
if you go back to Attica!
•I think they will not. Do you go
‘I will ride with you to Attica.’
Here the conversation was brought to a close,
and the two men rose from the table and walked
from the dining-room to-gether. „ ,
‘I will reach Attica to-morrow at ten, Gorley r
‘If we make time—yes.’ .
•Do make time !’ said Hamilton, ‘I am going to
'•To a noose. I’m thinking,’ replied the con-
The excitement has increased since
What will they say when they see
Sights* Scouts aud Symptoms Belonging to this
(From the San Francisco Chronicle.)
In that slum-hole of the Chinese quarter—if
any special designation of filthiness be applica
ble to the gigantic nuisance in the aggregate
known as Bull Run Alley, is located the leper
hospital, an institution the existence of which is
little known to the outside world. The alley m
question is about one hundred yards deep. It is
lined on either side with dirt-begrimed rook
eries of antique architecture, representing early
San Francisco, in that advanced stage of putrid
decay which might correspond with the rotten
ness of the Egyptian catacombs. In all the ut
ter filthiness ot Chinatown, this stygian retreat
exceis in its multiplicity of sickening odors,each
in itself too rank and ponderous to combine, ex
cept through some powerful amalgamating pro
cess. Iu a row of low wooden buildings at the
northern extremity of the alley is situated the
supreme horror of the place, the leper hospital.
That such a dangerous abomination should be
permitted to exist in the very heart of a popu
lous city in America is one of the mysteries of
this stu pendious exhalation, San Francisco,
exploring this retreat a Chronicle reporter dis-
P ’ in different apartments on the lower
less than eighteen wretched victims of
Sea Wh"at kind of a man was he ?’ asked the clerk
**?I didn’t pay much attention to him, though I
saw, as I took his money, that he was well dress
ed, had black eyes and a long moustache, which
might have been false. I think it was. He
went to Fetridge. I saw him off there.
•I’d like to see the man who would jump on
an express train going at full speed.
•I wouldn’t do it for the world; but that fel
low would do anything; it was in his eye. I of-
as marriage sometimes follows love-
listen to no equivocations. i told Marston th *
morning that yon were bis, therefore make up
vour mind to become a married lady, who sha
do the honors of the home of Warton and Mars-
t0 The old merchant embraced his daughter and
kissed her after speaking, and she soon found
herself alone. . . . -
•Who was this Cliff Marston,who had been se
lected for her husband ?’ she asked herself; and
then her mind went back to the time when he
came to her home five years prior to the pres
ent time. Ther he was a youth of twenty, she
a girl of sixteen, the best of the old academy s
scholars, and the young belle of the little city.
His manners and moo had captivated her school
girl heart then; but when he left she soon forgot
him and approaohed womanhood living in the
you get off the train ?’
‘They will not know me—so much hair on my
face yon see.’ _ . ,
‘Yes, yes, I did not think of that.
It was a lovely summer morning when Hyatt
Hamilton shook hands with Conductor Gorley,
and stepped from the coach in Attica. The rail
way official watched him till the train moved
on, and then shook his head dubiously as he re
entered the car. ...
‘Pardon my intrusion, Hope, child. But the
hour is passed, and the folks are becoming im
patient. Will you go down with me?' _
Hope Warton sat in her boudoir clad in long
robes of spotless white. Her face was quite pale,
and she looked pleadingly into her father s eyes.
The golden sunshine streaming into the room
through the open window, fell upon the folds
of her wedding garments, and kissek the pearls
that glistened on her bosom. , .
‘Yes, I will go down with you father, sne
said, rising, and glancing at her faoe in the mir-
rsr. ‘I would not keep them waiting who
long to see a heart break over the altar Hy
Fous City in America is one of the mysteries
covered in different'apartments on* the lower
floor no less than eighteen wretched victims of
leprosy in tho various stages of horrible distor
tion peculiar to the loathsome disease prescribed
in Holy Writ as the prime curse of humanity.
The subjects were stretched on rude forms, cov
ered with mats, and writhing and groaning with
pain A portion of the cases examined present
ed the peculiar symptoms of the scaly leprosy,
the flesh of the body and limbs being covered
with white scales, while at the extremiHes the
flesh was in a state of rottenness, the fingers
being liable to drop off. Other cases were ^of he
type known as elephantiasis,the effects of which
are even more repulsive than those previously
described. In this form of the disease the limbs
swell to an enormous size, and the flesh of the
face is distorted in great protruberances out of
all resemblance to the human countenance.
The rooms of this horrible retreat were dark
and black with the smoke from a number ot
furnaces, at which cooking was going on after
the filthy manner in vogue among the Chinese.
This place is only resorted to by the lepers af
ter the disease is so far advanced as to prevent
them from longer obtaining a livelihood at cl
ear-making and other industries; and the col
lection of utterly helpless lepers here described
represents only a fraction of the number that
might be discovered by a thorough search of the
Chinese quarter. The remainder of Bull Run
Alley, contiguous to the leper hospital, ist in
habited by Chinese vegetable pedlereand others
engaged in the lower pursuits.
Lawyers in Texas have a hard time with rail
road men, and only get criminal practice, in
stead of civil suits out of them, as appears by
the triangular argument between Rosser, Earn -
er and Obenchain at Wiohita. One gentleman
disagreed with the other, when bereceivea
ballet by way of repartee, and thethira, ‘®®
himself discourteously ignored in the disoyw »
drew his persuader and began firing. j“ 10 “
man Easy's triangular duel was nothmg * *
which will appear as soon as the case