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■Bill IF DIItTM NIL
BY MARY PATTON HUDSON.
Tbere are times when we can rest upon our
oars, and idly rejoice in a deed that is done, a
game that is in our hands; when there has been
no disappointment in the working of a beloved
scheme, and the finale better than we had hoped
or planned. There are such times, I say, but
the weary woman who sat with listless hands
amidst the debris of the marriage feast, and re
counted all she had lost, had not that triumph
in her face that comes from such contentment.
The wedding rites were over, and the con
gratulations said and forgotten; the glitter and
glow of silks and jewels gone from the banquet
rooms. Bruised-and fainting flowers gave out
a sickly odor to the dawning light, as it crept
through the half-closed blinds. Mrs. Raleigh
languidly withdrew from the deserted halls,
while the tired servants secured the doors, pre
paratory to an hours’ rest before the morning
call. And this was the end of it all,—the grave
of her darling hope, in the dreaming of whioh
her b autiful Clarice figured os the bride of Ne
ville Dane, who had an hour before, taken away
his new-made wife, her husband’s orphan niece,
Lucilla Dereham, to a lengthened tour aoross
the seas. .Mrs. Raleigh had always meant from
the first that he should be the husband of her
child, and it might easily have come to pass had
Clarice shown herself a trifle more enticing in
manner to forward her morher's scheme. She
liked Neville Dane, too, in her cool, calm way,
and had even fancied it possible that she would
sometime be his wife, but she was so spoiled and
courted in her set, amongst which were some
delightful flirtations yet in embryo, that she
had put the thought of a speedy marriage away
from her, as something that wearied her over
much—that could as well be considered a few
months hence. Neville Dane had been so par
tially devoted meanwhile, showing so clearly
that he had no preference in other quarters,
that she counted him wholly won and only wait
ing for the verdict from her lips, to give himself
and Daneton Park to her, a fortunate futnre that
any maiden in the land might envy. It never
occurred to her to bestow one thought on a pos
sible rivalry between herself and Lucilla Dere
ham. No one would think of calling Lucilla
pretty, and yet, somehow, she found her quon
dam adorer suddenly deserting her colors, and
evidently taking refuge under those of the quiet
little woman, that, none would guess, could
prove so dangerous to the peerless beauty, Clar
ice Raleigh. At the first suspicion of disaflfoc-
tion on his part, Ciarioe might still have easily
recalled him, but she was too vain, to imagine
for a moment that Any, least of all, Lucilla Dare-
ham, could supplant her in the affections of any
man. When half lost she might have won him
back with a smile to his allegiance, but too thor
oughly proud and vain she just drifted on in
her restless way, notwithstanding her mother’s
repeated warnings.
‘Will you take a turn in the gallery?’ Neville
D me said to her one evening, as she swept
through the large west hall, with au ermine
wrap half falling from her shoulders, and over
the trailing robs of garnet silk, ‘the moon is just
now rising, and the light falls over the snow so
grand and still.'
She gave a little shiver of dismay and said:
‘0, Mr. Dane, you cannot think a woman val
ues her beauty so lightly, to risk the ornament
of a red nose in an interview with the frost-king '
she laughed, and went away to the cozy warmth
of the music room, and soon her voice came to
him, as he smoked in the register hall, singing
a love-lorn aria, with the baritone of Fenice
Haile for aocompaniment, and the notes of a soft
guitar. Now, if she had displayed a trifle more
finesse in her refusal, and said:
‘But go with me instead to the parlors,’ it
would still have been well with her, and done
away with all unpleasant results, whereas an
hour later found him examining the contents of
Lucilla Dereham’s work-basket, and finding a
considerable amount of comfort in the glance of
her soft, gray eyes, and the murmurs of her
low, eweet voice. For the first time since their
acquaintance he saw some beauty in her child-
litre face, plain, it might be, but full of strength
and nobility. He watched the nervous little
hands as they brought the meshes of lace, the
round, pink nails, and exquisitely moulded
wrist.
He forgot the love-songs sung at the grand
piano,by a voice that he had lately loved so well.
He forgot everything but that he was entertain
ed, and that the evening was a quietly happy
one. From that time he never overlooked Miss
Dereham, as he had formerly done, in his eve
nings at Mrs. Raleigh’s.
Clarice, meanwhile gloried in what she
thought his jealous mood, and made no move
to draw him back. Her mother had raised a
warning finger once and said, ‘do not go too far,
you may regret it,’ but even this had wrought
no better state of things. It was a bitter disap
pointment when Neville Dane said to Lucilla’s
aunt:
‘Mrs. Raleigh, I love MissDareham, and crave
your permission to make her soon my wife.’
Her throat was husky with anger, and her
tones colder than had been their wont with
him.
But she was a woman of the world, and saw
the bitter folly of any interference with his plans
so she smiled as best she could, and gave a for
mal assent Her husband’s niece was potion
less, and she would gain the credit, at least of
having made this brilliant match, and then
none knew how she had planned something
better for the master of Daneton Park, than this
marriage with Lucilla Dereham. The bridal
day had come and gone. Mrs. Raleigh closed
the door of her sleeping room and throwing a
dressing robe about her, laid her tired limbs
upon the bed. The ceremony and supper had
been very brilliant, and Lucilla Dereham had
never guessed, so kind they had been to her, the
stormy scene between her aunt and cousin, and
how hotly the former had accused her of angling
for Neville Dane, for whom she had never a
thought, except as the admirer of Clarice, until
he had clearly shown that her society was agree
able to him, and then she had not been slow to
prove the appreciation of his worth and charao-
terTand so kind fortune had placed the prize
unsought, within her hands.
Mrs. Raleigh meant to have all the good things
that Neville Danefs title, as the husband of her
niece, could give herself and Clarice, and with
this in view, had lavished all manner of kind
ness upon the bridegroom, that ‘V”
heart, and made him say with real
‘Lucilla, our aunt Raleigh is a splendid wo
man, and quite fascinating, and I have grown
"Allowed 0 ?; this new-born admiration by
an earnest invitation for the following summer
at Daneton Park. There was a soreoess about
this disappointment to Mrs. Raleigh that was
hard to drive away, that Lucilla Dereham, for
whom both Clarice and herself had al " a / 8
tained a sort of pitying sentiment,, should^ carry
off the season prize, in her cool, Lssi
though she had done the most . ord *“ ar * ? j oed
ble thing. She had been, though, they re J2j°®, d
now to remember, treated with uniform kind
ness and respect whilst under their roof. Mr.
Raleigh had left his youngest sister s child.'w
d vino to the tender care of his wife, and, accor
ding®^ the worldliness of her nature, the charge
bI&KU lot. tee rem ei.der of .he |
( season following her cousin’s marriage, to com
plete, with what pleasure she could glean from
them, the flirtations begun with her interest in
‘ Neville Dane. There was no excellent parti
now to claim her attention while the pretty
side-plays were in their prime. But vanity is
rarely surfeited with sweets, and the old routine
aimless in the main, went on, made up of the
numberless joys and follies of a fashionable wo
man’s life.
Summer came, and the grand old woods of
Daneton Park were alive with vernal beauty, and
the minstrelsy of birds. A new life had open
ed before Lucilla Dane. Portionless as she had
been, and a dependent, she had rarely thought
of marriage, or if she had, it was not a rosy-col
ored dream of bliss. To be the wife of one so
great and good as Neville Dane, the mistress of
his princely home whose purse was replenished
by magic, was a reality wrought by nothing
short of a miracle. She accepted it all calmly as
she did everything in life, but her husband
could see the happy light that crowned her
sweet young face—sweet to him, because he had
grown to love this gentle-hearted wuman who
made his home so pleasant by her tender care
He had loved Clarice Raleigh, and had fancied
how her brightness and beauty would reflect
upon his handsome home and how proud he
would be of her grace and queenly air; but the
dream had passed away, and in its place was
something, he told himself, that promised more
for his happiness than if he had won her to be
his bride.
Neville Dane was a man of the world, and,
like others of his kind, adored the things and
people that rose above mediocrity, and, in the
first flush of his admiration, urged, perhaps by
pique, he had over-looked the fact that Lucilla
Dereham was lacking in the elements that con
stitute the world’s ideal of womanly perfection.
She was pure and good and excessively femin
ine, and these attributes had charmed him to
think of her with love and admiration. He was
so happy in the days that followed the bridal,
for he found in her a pleasant companion who
was intelligently alive to his theories of their
future life, that he felt an actual triumph in the
thought that a kind fate had given him the wo
man aboTe all others, most calculated to make
his home just the thing be desired it to be. He
longed for the summer to come, it would bring
his friends and oollege chums. Mr. Raleigh
and Clarice; he was eager for them to see his
happiness and his sweet young bride.
‘How charming at Daneton Park,’ said Ciarioe
Raleigh before a week had passed. ‘Oae need
not be bored as otherwhere,’ she continued to
her mother, as she reclined on a low divan be
fore the sheltered window of her room. ‘Lucil
la has done a good thing for herself, I see, and
they are both contented and happy.’
‘Hush, Ciarioe, I cannot bear one word about
all this glory that you cast so recklessly away,
know of nothing finer than the Dane estate in
this country, and it might have been yours for
the acceptance.’
‘Too late now for repentance, and beside that,
I think we have no special need that I shonld
marry money. I do not know, but I may some
time find I have a heart, that you and I have
supposed an impossible thing.’
Mrs. Riliegh sneered very slightly, while
down in her bosom lurked a fear that Clarice
might contract a foolish attachment, and build
more unwisely than she knew Mrs. Raliegh,
herself, had not married for love, and been as
happy as the majority of fashionable women
are, and was quite willing that the lines of her
daughter's life should fall in places as pleasant
as hers had been. John Corbin and Wilbur
Hayes lounged in the Bmoking room, and
gossiped freely of things that came within the
pale of their present life.
‘I've wondered, Corbin, how it came about
that Dane married the Dieoe instead of daughter
of Mrs. Raleigh. Clarice Raleigh is a Juno,
while Dane's wife is plain, although she is
lady, and I’m sure makes him very happy. I’m
not ready to believe that Miss Raleigh jilted
him, or he would hardly have asked her here; I
know his peculiarities so well. Dane is a capital
fellow, and I always thought had a fascinating
style about him. There is something odd about
it, but the weather is so hot it’s a bore to con
sider aything. The sun will be low in a oouple
of hours, and you know we are to have a sail
this evening and Miss ’
But the sentence was never finished, except,
perhaps, in a dream, while an unfinished Ha
vana was poised a few inches from his handsome
mouth, just taken from the white teeth, to say
something, doubtless, about Miss Raleigh.
There was a cool-looking figure opposite Neville
Dane engaged in a game of chess, as the two
young men strolled out into the verandah, a
figure olad in India mull, and a ghost-like shade
of pink for garniture.
‘Checkmated,’ she callad, laughed merrily
and arose to join the water party.
Lucilla looked her usual self, in a neantral-
tinted crepe maritz, with lilies in her hair. She
was escorted to the boat by Wilbur Hayes, who
managed always to make his conversation agree
able, hence, making others happy was moderate
ly so himself. Lucilla was not the one he would
have chosen as companion for the party, but
she somehow fell to his lot, and, truly a gentle
man, he speedily forgot any little disappoint
ment he may have had, in the effort to please
his hostess. She could be very talkative at times
to her husband when alone with him, and he
often wondered why she failed to make others
see the beauties he had found in her. He sat
some distance from the place in the shallop where
Ciarioe and Lucilla were with Wilbur Hayes
and captain Howe. For the first time since his
marriage, Neville Dane allowed a regret to steal
into his heart, that his wife was less brilliant
and beautiful than her cousin, from the contem
plation of whom for a wife he bal turned to
her. He notioed the quiok, bright glow in Clarice
Raleigh’s face—the sudden flames of oolor that
came and went in her rounded oheek; the arch
and deprecating gesture that had first bewitched
him; and then he saw beside her, plainer still
by comparison, the small grave figure of his wife
pretty enough in its way, but void of that will-
lowy grace that Clarice had, as she bent above
the boat’s side and trailed taper fingers in the
waters of the lake. He saw the plain brown
hair, without a crimp or disordered touch, so
clove to the bonny waves of Ciarioe Raleigh's
head that nodded so prettily to some merry
words from Wilbur Hayes. Neville Dane truly
loved bis wife, and this was why he felt an actual
regret that she was not fair to see as other women
are. Mrs. Raleigh saw him look many times in
(he direction of Clarice and his wife, and see
ing the slightly clouded brow, guessed the whole
truth and inwardly rejoiced, for the soreness
was still in her heart for what might have been.
Standing beside the marble steps of the ve-
randah.with his wife, when the others ha 1 bid
den them good-night, Neville Dane placed his
hand iightly on Luoilla’s shoulder and drew
her to him while he said:
My darling, why are you so quiet when others
are by? Why do you habitually draw within
yourself? Yon are sweet and fair to me, but
why are you not bright and gay like cousin
Clarice?'
Lucilla winced, and for the first time since
she had been a wife, a faint cloud came into her
life. It was scarcely a jealous pang, and yet she
ardently wished that she might be all that her
husband said. He saw the shadow on her face,
and kissed her, while he smoothed the soft
braids of hair, in bis will to do away with the
unpleasant result of the hint he had, not will
ingly given her. He hoped for good to come of
it. She was young, and he thought by care to
overcome the timidity of her nature, and trans-,
orm her taste for sober things into something
more akin tnthe manners to thejworld of polish
and grace.
There was a oroquet party at Daneton Park,
and the host had left nothing undone by which
to render it perfect in all appointments. There
were whist and chess tables on the lawn, and all
the guests were in their holiday mood. Neville
Dane and -Isabel Vance wore engaged in a
spirited game of croquet, with Clarice Raleigh
and Wilbur Hayes as opponents. The game was
won by Clarice placing her pretty foot od her
own, and croquetting Neville’s ball to the farther
end of the ground. She touched the stake and
bowed to the defeated side. Mrs. Raleigh and
Neville’s wife as umpires, had watched the game
to its close. Neville held aloft the reward, an
exquisite clasp for the hair, a golden mallet
suspending two balls by a delicate chain. He
knelt before the victress and said:
1 ‘Q leen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,’
accept this guerdon from your faithfal subject’
It was nothing more than any man might say
to a prsttty woman at suoh a time, but the cloud
grew larger in Lucilla’s heart and all her hap
piness for the day was done.
‘Corbin, I believe Dane loved Miss Raleigh
when he married Lucilla Dereham, and it would
have been a better thing for him, his wealth
would have bhen a good setting for the gem, and
the gem an ornament to the gold. I think his
wife is good and noble, and would have made
just the helpmeet for a curate or country squire,
but there is great disparity between herself and
Neville Dane.’
John Corbin turned away from the window,
through which streamed a mellow flood of moon
light and said:
‘But if all this had been, Hayes, then you’d
been saved this madness in which you’re indulg
ing, for honor my opinion, old fellow. Miss Ral
eigh wouldn’t consider your couple of thousand
a year for an instant, as enough beside your
name, that is pretty good I grant you, to justify
her acceptance of your suit. Nothing but a
coronet will win her I am sure. And, besides
these things, Hayes, it is not quite honorable to
discuss the pros and cons of Dane’s marriage,
and the attributes lacking in our hostess, while
partaking of their hospitality.’
‘Maybe you are right, and its immaterial to
me if you are,’ Hayes sail sleepily, and made
no further response.
By some strange fatality, Lucilla Dane heard
every word of his discourse, as she leaned with
folded arms on the npper gallery, where she
had stepped a moment to see the moonlight on
the little lake, and they changed at once and
forever ail the current of her life, crystalized
her own fancies, and resolved them into form.
Wild and great was the excitement at Daneton
Park the following morning when it was found
that Lucilla was gone, and had not slept in her
bed. The gardens and parks were scoured by
anxious friends, but no trace could be found of
the missing wife. The diamonds she hai worn
on the day previous to her disappearance were
gone, and the frantic husband believed at once
that a midnight robber had murdered her for
the gems she wore on her person—that she had
probably walked a few steps from the house,
been waylaid, and robbed. Mrs. Raleigh, with
many words of real sympathy and regret bale
adieu to the pleasant hall, the rest following
their example, until Neville Dane was left with
Corbin who hesitated to give him any comfort,
but remained rather that he should feel not
wholly deserted; that some one was near to break
the dreadful silence of the house with other
steps than his own. The servants filled with
superstition, continued as much as possible away
from the gloom of the great house, and talked in
awful whispers of the mystery that had come
upon it. Months rolled away, and no traoe was
found of the missing wife Advertisements, pub
lic and private rewards w^re alike unavailing to
reveal the facts of her disMpe^rance. • Auything
would have been preferable to the stricken
husband to the suspense that hung above
him like a pall. He gathered every remnant
of the dainty things that Lucilla had left
behind her and sent them away from his sight.
The laces and jewels he had given her; the
sombre-tinted robes of gauze and silk. There
were but few bright ribbons, and these had
been chosen by his particular request. He re
called all the beauty of her nature, that none
but himself had known, and the loving care she
had had for him and that never could be again.
Bat he had no oause for self-reproach; ho had
never given her one single word of unkindness,
but had loved her truly and well, and life, he
said to himself, was a blank that nothing, how
ever bright could ever fill. But time the great
comforter, brought healing on its wings and
hope dawned once again on his heart.
Years had come and gone since that fearful
night, when Luoilla’s gentle voice had gone
from his home. The season was more than half
over when Neville Dane again came to the pleas
ant Raleigh home. He was welcomed warmly
by them both, and there was a certain air of
comfort and sympathy in their manner that
drew him nearer to them than he had ever been
before. The star-like face of Ciarioe Raleigh
wooed him to forget his grief, and before the
summer came she was the happy mistress of
Daneton Park. Again was the grandeur and
hospitality of the ‘Park’ the theme of every
tongue, its master and beautiful mistress the
toast ot every board.
Wilbur Hayes, stretched on a patch of velvet
lawn, surveyed a group of pretty women beyond
the fountain, Clarice Dane the queen by right,
of them all.
‘How strange it is,’ he soliloquized, ‘that six
years should have brought about such changes.
Fate must needs do a violent deed in order* to
have things according to her notion.’
Neville Dane, walking unheard behind the
speaker, was unintentionally a listener to these
words. He made no sign, but they recalled that
terrible past, and awoke within his breast the
old tenderness for the little grey bird that had
nestled there. Bat he loved the bright and
beautiful woman who reigned now in her stead,
and he had manfully striven to put away from
him all the gloomy memories of that mysterious
era in his life, but he oould not check the deep
regret that made a part of his very being.
The summer past away and the evening of
departure for the oity had come to Neville Dane
and his wife. A servant handed a salver of letters
to him. With whit9and horror stricken face he
rose from the chair by the office desk, and wan
dered out into the starless night. He held clench
ed fast in his oold hand, a letter from his dead
wife—dead now, and this sent, as she directed it
should be, when she was gone. It told all in
strange pathetic words. Even Lucilla Dane
oould be horribly cruel, os shown by this, but
he did not think of that He banished the
mournful history of her heart-pangs to his own
breast that none but God might see.
Many wondered how early grey became the
master of Daneton Park, and at his oft times
sober mien, but not even his wife ever guessed
the depth of sorrow in his soul, or the grave in
his heart that love had made.
A strong man bowed himself and wept in a
twilight hour above a grass grown grave. In
after years strangers would stop and gaze at the
beautiful shaft of marble inscribed
“Lucilia— Aged 21.”
TO CORRESPONDENTS.
All communications relating to this department of the
paper should ho addressed to A. P. Wurm. Atlanta.Ga.
Chess headquarters, Young .Men’s Library Ae-ocia-
tion. Marietta street.
Original games and problems are cordially solicited for
this column. We hope our Southern friends will re
spond.
SOLUTION TO PROBLEM NO. 71.
This problem has been so terribly disfigured that
apology is useless.
PROBLEM NO. 73.
By James Mason, New York.
CHESS INTELLIGENCE.
Correspondence Tourney of Georgia and Alabama.
—Prof. It. M. McIntosh has contributed a beautiful
set of chess men (valued at $10), to be contested for
by the Chessers of Georgia and Alabama, by corres
pondence, free to all; limited to ten contestants.
Regulation of Tourney: The winner of most games
to receive the chess men ; each contestant to play
two games with each other; contestant giving and
taking move : any contestant retiring, withdraw
ing or resigning from Tourney, after play has com
menced. his score shall be cancelled; winner Of
games shall send score to me within five days after
result, or said game to be credited to his opponent
as won by him; a move once made shall not be
amended, except by mutual agreement; all games
to become my property to be used in the cause ot
chess; play to be conducted according to Saunton’s
Handbook; time to elapse between receiving and
posting replies to be two days; in all cases the date
of posting and receipt should be given, and in ease
of unusual delay, the game to be submitted to me
for decision; draws to count one-half for each ; dis
puted point-shall be referred to me for decision.
All players of above States, who wish to take part
in the contest, will have the kindness to send their
address to A. F. WURM, Atlanta, Ga.
WHITE.
White to play and mate in 3 moves.
CHESS IN AUSTRALIA.
THE ADELAIDE CHESS TOURNAMENT.
A couple of redoubtables soon come to grief.
White, Mr. T. Elliot. Black, Mr. j. Maun
(Remove Black’s King’s Bishop's Pawn.)
Examination in a Halifax School—‘Now my
boy, how is the earth divided?’ 'By earthquakes,
sir.’
'What I’d like to know,' said a school-boy, ‘is
how the mouths of rivers can bo bo muoh larger
than their heads?'
1.
P to K 4
1.
P to Q 3
2.
P to li 4
Inferior to Kt to K B 3.
2.
P to B 4
3.
P takes P
3.
li to R 4 (ch)
Necessary; for if P take P, White wins it by 4
to R 5 fell). _
4.
B to Q, 2
4.
Q,’takes B P
5.
B to Q, 3
5.
P to IC 4
6.
Kt to Q B 3
6.
Kt to K B 3
7.
B to Kt 5 (ch) poor
7.
B to Q, 2
8.
B to li 3
B to K 3
8.
P to (-1 K 3 (bad)
9.
9.
Q, to li 2
10.
Kt to B 3
10.
B to Kt 5
11.
P to K Iv 3
11.
B to R 4 (tame)
12.
P to IC Kt 4
12.
B to Kt 3
13.
P to Kt 5
13.
Kt to R 4
14.
Kt to Q, 5!
14.
11 to <4 ?
15.
B to Kt 6 !
15.
Q to B
16.
17.
Kt to B 7 (Ch)
Kt takes Rand wins.
16.
K to li2
W11116 s piay is umjAuepiiDiiivuic, uut .ui• .uaim
indicates that this game must have occurred on one
of his unlucky days.
White, Mr. R. M. Steele. Black, Mr. D. McDonald.
(Vienna Opening.)
1. PtoK4 1. PtoKl
2. Kt to Q, B 3
Mr. Steele is partial to this invention of the late
Herr Hampe.
2. Kt to K B 3
3. P to B 4 (good) 3. Kt to B 3 (PQ, 4)
4. Kt to B 3
We prefer P takes P, followed by P to Q, 4
4. P to Q 3
Tme Brize Puzzle.
SCORES OF CORRECT ANSWERS.
THE LUCKY WINNER.
fi.
B to B 4
P to K 3
P to B Q, (correct)
Kt to K 2
B to K Kt 5
B takes Kt
P to K R 4
Q, Kt takes Kt
B to K 2
Castles
Kt to K Kt5 (poor)
Kt to B 3
P to K II 3
B takes B
Kt to Q, 5 (bad)
P takes Kt
9.
10.
11.
12.
13. Q to Q, 2
Preparatory to safely housing the K on the left
wing and developing a strongattaok on theopposite
flank. The maturing of White's assault is wed worth
examination.
13. B to K 4
14. Castles Q, R 14. IC to R (bad)
15. P to K Kt 4 15. P to K B 3
16. P to Kt 5 16. K to R 2
17. P takes R P 17. P takes P
18. Q, R to Kt IS. P to Q4?
19. R to Kt 5, and Black resigns.
• CHESS IN LONDON.
We are indebted to the Kondon Sporting and
Dramatic yews for the subjoined game and notes.
It was played recently at Simpson's Divan between
New York.
KVANS GAMBIT.
Mr. Macd.
Mr. M ason,
M\ Macd.
Mr. Mason
Waite.
Black.
White
Black.
1. P K 4
P K 4
19. B tka Kt
Kt, tks B
2. Kt K B!
Kt ai B 3
2). B B 1
P Kt 4
3. B B 1
B 3 4
21. B tks B P
JC It IC B sq
4. P Q Kt
B tks P
22. P K 6
P tks p
5. PB3
B R 4
23. B tks P ch
K Kt sq
6. Pt)4
P tks P
21. Q R 7
Kt B 4
7. Castles
P tks P
2> R IC 5
Q, Kt 3 (c)
S. P K 5
P K R 3 (a)
26. B tks Kt
ti Q 3
9. Q Kt 3
10, Kt tks P
li K 2
27. K R K sq
li B5
B tks Kt
26. B K 4 (d)
K 15 2
11. Q, tks B
li Kt 5
29. <i Kt 6
R 15 3
12. « Q3
K Kt K 2
30. li Kt 7
15 tks B
13. B It 3
Q, R 4
31. P Kt 3 (e)
Q li 3
11. IC R K sq
P Q R 3
32. Etksf}
R tks Kt
15 Q.ROB sq P Q Kt 4
35. Rti4(f)
Q Iks It
16. B Kt 3
B Kt 2
31. a tks B P,
and draws
17. B B 5 (b)
18. pqui
Castles Q, R
P tks P
by perpctnal check.
NOTES.
(a) K Kt K 2;is conside ed best here.
(b) A very useful move, enabling White to retain
his comm md of the diagonal from which the Kt's
P threatened to exclude him,cramping still further
the action of the B Q,. and preparing the way for the
advance of the O R P-
(c) The beginning of a series of very clever moves.
(d) It was absoluje„y necessary lor White thus to
face his opponent's Bishop ; had he made any other
move Black must have won by P Kt 5
(e) Curious, this seemiugly hazardous move is
peefestly safe.
(fj A very suitable mode of winding up this lively
amlet.
Now we supposed we had found something which
no one could answer, hut lo! solutions began to
pour in before the paper had gotteu hut a short dis
tance from the city.
The first mail brought in answers fromthe
following, and all were nearly correct, but only one
entirely so : Mrs. S. Boykin. Macon, Ga.; Mrs. Julia
K. Lockett, Barnesviile. Ga.; Ed. A. Riee, Madison
Ga.; Alice, Decatnr, Ga.; Lillie Rebecca Turner,
Barnesviile, Ga. The correct solution is as follows
“The rose shall cease to blow,
The eagle turn a dove.
The stream shall cease to flow,
Ere I will cease to love.
The sun shall cease to shine,
The earth shall cease to move
The stars their light resign
Ere I Will cease to love.”
Mrs. Boykin left out shgll in the third line; Mrs.
Lockett had refuse for resign in the 7th line; Mr.
Rice transposed light and resign ; Alice had refine
for resign; Lillie Rebecca Turner, of Barnesviile,
was entirely correct and is tuerefore entitled to the
chromo.
The following persons sent in correct solutions:
Miss Josie Ruffin, Selma, Ala.; Miss Bessie Ruth
erford, Athens, Ga.; Mrs. d. Cherry, Seneca, S. C.
Mrs. T. C. Etheridge, .Selma, Alabama.; Mrs. G. M.
Netherlaiul, Toccoa City, Ga.; Miss Maggie E. Cow
an,Nashville. Tenn.; Prof. T. C. Bailey, Greenesboro
N. C.; Wm. M. Netherlaiul, Richmond, Va.; Mrs. E,
H. Baker, Louisburg, N. C.; W. T. Dumas, Oxford,
Ga.
(He would like to have a chromo of the amatory
poet who fabricated those verses. But we fear that
poet did not survive this effort.)
F. E. Jordan, Winnsboro, S. C.; Mrs. C. W. B.
Towles, La Fayette, Ala.; W. W. Lawrence, Augus
ta, Ga.; Enola Beatty, Kings Mountain. N. C.; M. P.
Nowlin, Richmond, Va., (a slight mistake. You
say “ere I will cease to fly.” What, kind of wings
are you flying with.) Mrs. Dr. C. D. Smith, New-
nan, Ga.; (a slight error). Leia and Frank Rich
mond, Pascagoula, Miss.; Mrs. M. E. Wilkerson,
Troy, Ala,; Mrs. S. G. Hillyer, Forsyth, Ga.; Mrs.
C. R. Schaer. Little Rock, Ark.; Mrs. Rosalind Rep-
port, Somerset, Ky.; Mrs, C. C. Powell, W.iskom,
Texas , Mrs. J. P. Ayre, Bryan.'Texas ; Mrs Nina
Lee Scott. Fort Smith, Ark.; H. P Kellogg, Calvert,
Texas ; Mrs. N. B. Broughton, R aleigh. N. C.; Miss
May Brown, Newberry, S. C.; Miss Clara Perry,
Madison. Ga.; S. S. Sibley, Lonoke, Ark.; Sallie
Heard, Thomasville, Ga.; Eva Davis, Lebanon,
Tenn.: Mrs. B. Crenshaw, Roswell, Ga.; E. A. Park
er, Barnesviile, Ga.; T, P. Young, Jr.,Corinth, Miss.;
Miss Jennie Benvxn, Hoiyoke, Mass.; Miss. Lizzie
Alexander, Griffin, Ga.; Dio L. Holbrook, New
YorK; S. E. Jones, Glassgow, Ky.: Joe Phillips,
Corinth, Miss.
(Two errors. You say,
“The stars their light reflect.
Ere I shall cease to see.")
R. B. Witter, Richmond. Va.; J. B. Woodward,
Talladega, Ala.; V. P. H., Hampton, Va,; Miss Fryer,
Hepzibah, Ga.; Miss J. L., Elherton, Ga.; Susie C.
Potlin, Opelika, A'a.; Mrs. T. J. Garvin, Edgewood,
Ga.; Mrs H '■ Daugherty, Bellet'oute, Ark.; R P Nix
on. Rome, Ga.; Emmie J. Sollie, Savannah, Ga ; Mrs,
T. A. Sale, Atheus, Ga.; Foster Flemming, Jr.
Augusta. Ga.; Jos. L. Boyd, Sweetwater, Tenn.; Jno.
F. McA'loo, Knoxville. Tenn.; Willie A. Edwards
Covington. Ga.: Mrs. Pinkie Carter, Social Circle,
Ga.; Mrs. Gen B. J. Hill. McMinnville, Tenn.; P. P,
O. . Anderson, S. C.: W. L Pitts. Uniontown, Ala.
Joe W. Smither. Dyersburg, Ky.: Lillie Rebecca
Turner, Barnesviile, Ga.; Allen Heyser, Madison.
GagMtss Janie Obear. Winnsboro. S. C.; Lizzie
Pearce, Decatur, Ga.; Mattie Lou Harrison, East
man, Ga.; Miss Lula Bonner, Calhoun, Ga.; Miss
Nora Wilson, Manchester, Tenn.; R. B. Hampton,
Cleveland, Tenn.; Mrs. J. H. Shelnutt. Newnan,
Ga.; Silas C. Whitehead, Farmviile, Va.; Ida M.
Beasely, Winchester, Tenn.; Miss Mary R. Malone,
Eufauia Ala.; Mrs. A. w. R., Charleston, S. C.; Miss
Tda Lu Myers. Clarkesville, Tenn.; Blanche Alile-
lioffe. Dallas. Tex.; Mrs. L. Gardner, Bolling Ala.;
Mrs. J. II Phillins, Rome, Ga.; It. L. Hamilton.
Eden. Ga.; KatieStanp, Camden, Ark.; Miss E. M.
Locke, Berrvville, Va,: Miss Mary Robinson, Van
Buren, Ark.; Mollie Clay. Paris Tex.; Mary E.
LeGailez. San Mateo. Fla.; Mrs. T. A. Cobb, Carroll
ton, Ga,: L.R. C., Richmond, Va.; Mrs. L. B. Hudson,
Jonesboro, Ga. Rosa Cook, of Atlanta, sent the
first correct answer, bat Atlanta was ruled out of
the proposition.
A PRIZE^ESIGMA.
A P.-vIR OF KID GLOVES.
An Alabama merchant offers a pair of handsome
kid gloves to the young ladies for the first solution
to the following puzzle :
I am composed of fourteen letters.
My 1 1162 12 is used by many.
M.v 11 14 4 2 is used in conveying news.
My 1 9 5 1112 is used by all farmers.
My 3 4 10 8 3 a kind of fish.
My 2 7 4 9 is a title.
My 10 13 7 is the name of a River.
My whole is the name of a city.
To the first young lady who sends me, within
fifteen days from date of this paper, a correct solu
tion I will give a pair of handsome kid gloves.
r, , , „ D. R. Van Pklt.
Richmond, Dallas Co., Ala.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.
I was requested by “Laddie,” of Hampton, Va to
acknowledge, through the Sunny South, the' re
ceipt of tiie beautiful piece of music—“What are the
Wild Waves Saying?” The third prize offered l>v
him for the solution of his prize-puzzle “Love ’
published in No. 174 of the Sunny South. Many
Respectfully,
Nannie e. Betubl;
thanks “Laddie.’
Glasgow, Ky.
ANOTHER ILLUSTRATED REBUS.
A BEAUriFUL CHROilO TO THE FIRST WHOSE ANSWER IS ENTIRELY CORRECT,
—ATLANTA NOT INCLUDED.—