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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.—