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Hc'VtnS CCUICTIOK VOL. IV. J.E4IE SEALS,{raopffltSS. ATLANTA, GA„ SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1878. TERMS,IS adv*“ ,ui ‘ ADVANCE. NEVER MORE. O Sweetness that can never more return! Thou art passed out of life,—and whither flown ? The hard-pruned bough may heal, and sprout anew, And some light hearts may all too quickly learn 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 dear, 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 her. Out of life's sunny woof one thread is drawn, Death's face hath bleached for us her fairest dye; One flower that bloomed is fallen,—later flower Will never shine as sweet against our sky, Fill this blank place, that fragrant scent re store. GOOD-BYE SWEETHEART! A SONG Good-bye Sweetheart! The way seems long and dreary, The.future lies before me bleak and chill, Life streches out a desert gray and arid, Though thoughts of thee must yet my bosom thrill. 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- ing, . 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 his lips. ‘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 eyes. 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 ed. 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 left. 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) -OK,- AT THE ALTAR, COMPLETE IN ONE Nl'MBER. BX F. C. HABBAUGH. tipped pine. 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 kers wished. 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 it Hope?’ She started from him indignantly the conductor moved on, and took out his note book. «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, undisturbed. . 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 bad transpired. 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. CHAPTER II. RETRIBUTION. ‘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 road.’ ‘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 stairs. For a moment the two men faced each other fiecely. ‘Murderer!’ dropped hissingly from Cliff Maiston’s lips. ‘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 station. ‘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 same man.' 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. I am 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 ‘But, father—* to lhsten’to'any semblance^of prevarication. J j Cher’s 0 turn to smile, and the con- • iyes. would 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 night?’ ‘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 Chinese Leprosy. Sights* Scouts aud Symptoms Belonging to this Terrible Disease. (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 I don’t •Wasn’t I 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 doctor, you loft. 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 is- 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 fore court.