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ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, DECEMBER H, 1878.
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lJljlhiUO 1 IN ADVANCE
.NO. 182
GOOD-BYE, MY LITTLE GIRL.
Yes; she is truly (lead:
Even her heart is cold;
And her pure spirit lied
To the Good tiheperd's fold.
I drenmpt it could not be,
And held her dainty hand—
(In in v dreams she came to me,
Or was I in her land ?
Heaven is here as there
When wo two are near—)
Bo cold it gave a scare,
And I awoke in fear!
My Jove has cast fear out;
Her body to the grave;
But I can have no doubt,
Her soul to God who gave.
He taught me to believe,
‘All live to to Him—Vo she !
‘The God of they who live,
‘Who sets all captives free ! ’
That life is brief, amen !
From Night to Light a whirl—
Thank God, we meet again !
Good-bye my little girl!
TO A FRIEND--WITH MY PICTURE.
For my, sake dearest, keep tlie picture well—
Better the pictured tiian the real face,
For time, which o'er me casts a blighting spell
On this unbreathing card will leave no trace.
But though tiie face and picture both should fade
Still in thy sweetest memory keep my name
Although the outward change may soon be made
The giver's heart will ever be the same.
ZOB ZENITH.
More Than Her Match
BY F. Y. R. B.
Long shafts of moonlight were shooting down j day
Bnt all her little prepara
tions were wasted. Mr.
Lyndhurst Barringdon did
not.com*. Still she waited.
It seemed so unreasonable,
so cruel, to disappoint her.
Perhaps he waa only trying
to tease her, had got out
unseen, and would surprise
her directly by his appear
ance.
A doleful sough of wind,
coming from the dark re
cesses of the wood, a sud
den shutting down of night,
made Miss Le Barron feel
something like fear, and
she btarted nervously tore-
turn. As it grew darker,
her dread became terror;
she fancied strange noises
were about; her leetscarce
ly tonched the ground;she
skimmed on, fluttering at
heart, like some low-flying
bird belated from its nest.
What wonder that she
vowed that night, as she
brushed out her hair, nev
er to forgive Mr. Barring
ton? What wonder that a
harmless little bunch of
violets, which he had gath
ered for her the day previ
ous, and which she had
treasured in a solitaire vase
on her dressing-crso, she
now found faded, disagree
able and odorless, and she
! tossed them pettishly out
! into the darkness from her
i window ?
‘I detesthim and his vio
lets!’ she cried. ‘He may
: stop in town till doorues-
I day, for aught I care. ’
Miss Le Baron did not
sleep well, and rose in the
morning with a little dull
weight on her feelings.
‘Perhaps,’ she thought,
‘he yiP not oome, even to-
through what seemed an almcst impenetrable
wood, and quivering on tha green mosses. A
faint wind dallied with the foliage. Wild flow
ers fleoked the giound.
Here in this sylvan reireat, sat Miss Le Barron
and she was considerably out of humor, for ev
ery now and then she drove the point of her
parasol into the unoffending mosses.
Nhe looked, and was disgusted with every
thing and everybody. The belle of three sea
sons, during which she had escaped heartwhole,
she was now nonplussed. And all because of a
three week’s sojourn at a country villa.
To he sure, moonlight, sifting through vines
over a rustic porch, has something more intox
icating than the glare of gas-jets; a wandering,
scented wind just off from meadows, has rather
a finer appeal than air vitiated by cut flowers;
drives over grass-grown roads, that are hedged
with wild roses and o'erhung with branches, are
just a trifle different in effect from city parks in
"landau or coupe; and that animal, man, who in
town is done up in dress-coat and kids, is, in j
the country, where one would suppose zoologi- j
cal specimens would thrive better, something
more human, in straw hat and a knot of violets !
in his button-hole. At any rate Madge had |
found it so.
Madge had never been off her guard before.
Hitherto she had passed her summer at fashion
able watering-places. But this year she had
As she dressed for break
fast, he was constantly in
her mind.
■Perhaps he did it on
purpose,’ she said. ‘Per-
haj s he didn’t, but lost the
ed these last three weeks
always. He had nothing
in particular to do. Why
could be not establish him
self in bachelor quarters,
and visit her every day?
She could, she thought,
flirt jnat the same when he
was not by, and his atten
tions, therefore, be just so
much gained. Her life was
not to be altered an iota.
She did not profess to love
the man. He must not,
however, scatter his atten
tions. He must concen
trate all his admiration on
her.
But towards the close of
the evening, when Madge
found he had not sought
her once, a shadow of a
thought passed through
her mind that perhaps he
was not a poodle dog after
all to be led about in this
wav by a string.
She bad sung, thinking
to bring him to her side,
bnt he had lounged away
smoking, a thing he had
never done before when she
was at the piano. She had
taken a garden stroll with
a rival, Mr. Oakley, and
Lyndhurst had carelessly
drawn up his outstretched
legs as he sat lazily on the
steps, to let them pasi
down, without other notice
of their presence. He, had,
she decided, fairly ill-treat
ed her, a lady, and she
•would not tolerate rude-
Dess. She would teach
him what was due to her.
But days passed. A week
wore on. She found no
possible chance to visit her
anger on him. He never
joined her. She was down
right perplexed.
She scarcely ever met
him, even ur. tame, iliuou
less of an evening. He
went fishing by sunrise,
rode on horseback half the
day, and asked the gentle
men to bin qu iituB the la-
listlcssly at his sides, his head sank lower on
his breast, and Madge felt a mist gathering in
her eyes, a mist of happy tears,
‘Come out under the stars,’ she whispered, ‘I
want to say ‘yes* to you. “
‘I am answered, Madge, 1 he said, drawing one
of her hands over his shoulder, and talking with
it against his lips. ‘Let ns not mar this mo
ment of surprise and joy by a single word. 1
‘Lyndhurst, you are provoking as ever. When
I would not I must; now I will I shall not. I
shall have to practice humility, I see, and study
my lord's moods. You’ve played the high band
long enough, and I insist on saying ‘yes’ in my
own way.’
•I don’t think you’ll find me a tyrant,’ he said,
kissing her. ‘But come out, Madge, and let’s
compare our mutual miseries during the past
week.’
He led her through the low window, holding
back the swaying vines for her to pass. There,
arm-in-arm under the stars, let us leave them.
Society Gossip.
He Came on, Eagerly Looking for Her.
train. But he had no business to lose the train,’ | ing and whist’e? Faith, my last remembrance | lies, sitting lonely in the parlor, beard through
she aided. ‘Perhaps he was ill; perhaps some j is of a prettier picture than an art room ever I the open windows, laughter ring out and gay
woman had asked him to remain. Well, if so, 1 held. I saw a beautiful woman looking regie I songs being sung. It was getting maddening.
come to a quieter plaee, and had metLyndhuist j verse is woman.
don’t care,’ she said. He Rhall see I am happy
enough, and not even piqued, when he comes.’
Still, as the day wore on, Madge found the la
dies of the company provoking, and the gentle
men more uninteresting than ever. Mechanic
ally, towards evening she donned the same toil
et as on the night previous, and took a circui
tous route thrdugh the garden, that none might
be cognizant of her movements. Emerging out
of sight, she struck straight for the wood-path,
and there we find her again, listening for the
roar of the train, notwithstanding all her angry
vows of the night before.
Beautiful, cross, unreasonable girl!
T will not go,’ she was saying to herself, ‘and
that will be a disappointment to him.’
She was somewhat unsettled, however, for
fear she might be in just such another predica
ment as on the preceding evening, and have to
return through the gloomy wood alone. She
had seven-eights of a mind to go straight back,
even yet. But she remained after ail, so per-
Barrington
She did not yet know, however, that she was
in thraldom. She only knew she was cross and
lonesome,and so she sat punching the little wood
bloi-sims and pouting.
She thought Barrington exceedingly compan
ionable, and that the other four gentlemen stop
ping at the villa were little better than wooden
men.
As for earnest love, why, her intentions for
three years had been never to venture her heart
at sea, but only to glide about the shore, safe to
disembark at any time. Yet she was now think
ing of Lyndhurst Barrington in a way many
would have termed love. But she would not ad
mit this to herself. He was a delightful summer
friend—that was all, she said. She like! sum
mer and flowers and birds and hazy atmosphere
and a quiet flirtation; but when these went, the
coming season brought new enjoyments and
fresh flirtations, and Barrington would go with
them. Were there not others, pray, who could
read Tennyson and sing tenor? But now, just
at this moment, it was rather lonesome. If he
only would come!
He had gone to town the morning previous,
promising to return at evening. She had walked
with him through this wood path, on liis way to
the station. He had lingered a moment at the
stile beyond, to tell bar how beautiful she looked
and bow the iresb morning air bad brightened
the color on her cheeks.
'Gome this evening as far as here to meet me,’
he had said, ‘won’t you ? The path will be a
perfect labyrinth without you.’
‘You will surely return?'she bad asked. ‘If
you don t, I shall find every tree a hobgoblin
when I go back alone.’
‘Come ? 1 thail ihink of nothing else. I shall
do nothing all day but pull out my watch to see
if it is time for the train.’
Then he caught her hand in a quick way,
thought a moment, bounded over the stile, and
hastened down the path, turned often to look at
the pretiy picture she made, listlessly leaning
on the burs with a tinge of regret on her face.
At a turn where she would soon be hid from
sight, he had dared to wave her a kiss.
Madge was now waiting, according to appoint
ment, and she had taken care to concoct a most
ravishing toilet.
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At last with a sudden screech,the engine came
steaming along.
Miss Le Barron began to trace figures on the
ground with her parasol, and put on a most nn-
expectant air, her features sinking into a repose
and unconcerned benign enough to befit a saint.
She saw Lynhurst Barrington descend from
the train and stride joyously until he came in
sight of the stile; for, though hidden herself,
she could observe all his movements.
He came on, eagerly looking to the right and
left for her, and almost stumbled over Miss Le
Barron.
■Oh, Madge!' he cried, as he threw hims9lf at
her feet, ‘you did forgive me, and have come to
meet me.’
‘Forgive you, Mr. Barrington?’ Nothing could
be more icy cold. ‘Fray, what has been your
fault ?’
She looked, as she spoke, straight before her,
but with an air of surprise which was exceed
ingly well counterfeited.
He looked up eagerly into her face, as he an
swered:
‘Why, I was button-holed to death in tow n i
yesterday. It seemed as if a conspiracy had |
been entered into, and that every fellow I knew
had left bis summer haunt to go up to town to j
detaiQ me. I transacted but half my business,
and put off Jack Langley with only a nod, on
my way to the station. I suppose he will never
speak to me again. After ail I was one minute
too late. I saw the train sweeping out of the
station just as I reached it. 1 was in despair,
thinking you wonld oome to meet me.
‘I did walk down last evening, but I can hard
ly say, sir, that I came to meet you. I did not
expect you. I thought if business or illness
kept you, you might be gone a week. I never
thought of you as hobnobbing with your male
friends and sauntering to the station.’
‘Madge!' and a serious look came into his face.
‘Let us begin where we left off yesterday.’
■Very well,’she replied. ‘I believe the point
at which you left off was whistling, and I was
doiDg nothing in particular ; so if you will strike
off a stave of anything, I will demurely, but ad
miringly, walk by your side.’
Madge!’ he exclaimed, excitedly, ‘I did no
such thing. Do men gaze at statuary or puint-
g reg
at my leave -a woman I wunt for my wife.’
Here was a poser! Proposed to? It came like
a sweet surprise, nevertheless. But it was con
trary to Miss Le Barron’s tactics.
Were weeks of delightful flirting to be cut off
iu a moment in this fasnion? How could he
have believed her in earnest ? It was ridiculous
She had meant, to p!av the injured mistress tor
several days, and make him abject in his effirt
to reinstate himself with her. She did not want
a climax reached with this man. Her heart had
told her it would leave her regret she had never
known before. To avoid this now, she would
begin with badinage.
‘Really, Mr. Barrington,’ she said, ‘you mutt
he hungry or over-tired to mako such a st’.t’-
oient. A spread table, steaming viands, com
fort and a wife must have shot through yonr
brain. I can assure you a delightful supper
awaits you, and a piazza smoking-party.
‘Miss La Barron,’ he began, without appar
ently notice of her words, and rising to his feet,
‘three weeks ago I did not know you, but in
that time all my life seems to have been crowd
ed. I never stopped to question your actions.
I felt you loved me. It seemed that if there
were do need for asking vows—they would de
note a commencement of love. I wanted to be
as if we had loved forever.’
‘Very well’ she interrupted, ‘let it be so; no
vows, no asking, no commencement. Yon see I
agree with you perfectly.’
‘No, I will not have it so,’ he cried, trying to
take her hand.
‘Y’our perseverance to-day, she answered, ‘is
exceeded by nothing but. yonr neglect of yester-
terday. I agree to all of your moods, and then
you change them. I cannot follow yon through
any more intricate or ingenious changes.
Here she slipped her hand into his arm in the
old familiar way, as if that would end the con
troversy. He gently diseDgaged her hand.
‘As you please,’ she laughed, shrugging her
shoulders. ‘I can pick my way through this
bog without help.’
‘I hope I am not wanting in gentle behavior,
but before I or you stir a step ^farther,’ be
said, stepping in front ot her, and barring
the way, ‘I want a simple auswer to a simple
question—plain ‘yes'or ‘no,’ I—’
‘If I cannot say ‘yea,’ perhaps I cannot say‘no.’
I think friendship does not justify an abrupt
‘no.’ I—’
‘I don’t want equivocation,’ he broke in. ‘If
you love me, eyes, lips, voice, acts, all would
blend into ‘yes.’ It must, be yos or no, I say.’
Madge had never seen any mau so masterful.
But she answered, nevertheless:
‘Then ‘no,’ since you force me to he unlady
like.’
•I do not ask you to be unladylike; I do not
sav you are. I asked you for your love. It was
a straightforward question. I wanted a straight
forward answer. My arm. Miss Le Barron.’
And thus walking, assisting her over every
trifling inequality in the ground, they went on
to the villa.
Miss Le Barron was exceedingly gay that ev
ening. Lvndhust loved her ! Of course, she
was not going into any prosy engagement. She
could not hedge herself in by marriage. But
they could live the delightful lifd they had liv-
ng sung.
One evening, Ma Ige curved herself up oa a
sofa, and looked at ;he matter fairly. She must
out-general him. But how ? She had tried hau-
teaur, and it had signally failed. Now she would
try a dash of ‘giving in,’ even though it hurt her
to do so. She would plant herself on the old
footing.
Just then Lyndhurst. stepped into the room,
cautiously at first, as if fearing her presence.
She immediately rose to meet him. He did not
•dart, but looked her over from head to foot,
without a word. She gaily sud: _
'Don’t you thiak your highness is over-doing
things a trifle ? ’
TheD she lost control of herself and snowed j
her vexation.
“Sing to me,,’ she cried, “walk with me. talk j
to me, do anything to obliterate this doie-
ful week.”
Well, Miss. Le Barron,” he answered, cool-
On Thursday evening at Christ P. E. Church,
Newbern, N. C., Miss LucretiaR. Guion, young
est daughter of Dr. John A. Guion, Cashier of
the National Bank, was wedded to Mr. John
Dunn, in the presence of a gay and numerous
assemblage.
Gen. John H. McCausland, the gallant and
brilliant cavalry commander, who figured so
conspicuously in the late ‘unpleasantness,’ has
taken into himself a help-meet. He has been
recently united in marriage with Miss Emma C.
Hannah,an accomplished lady of Charlotte coun-
ty, Ya.
Some anonymous malefactor sends the Cin-
oinnatti ‘Breakfast Table’ the following ‘recipe
for an evening party.’ Take all the ladies and
gentlemen you can get, put them into a room
i with a small fire, and stew them well; have ready
twelve packs of cards, a piano, a handful of
prints and drawings, and throw them in front
from time to time; as the mixture thickens,
sweeten with politeness, and season with wit, if
you have any; if not, flittery will do well, and is
very cheap; when all have stewed for an hour,
add ices, jellies, cakes, lemonade and wines.
At a ’possum supper recently held at Paducah,
fivl., tv.si:c cpcsenms and th»< e bushels of a-veet
potatoes were seived up, ‘Kentucky’s favorite
bird, the 'possum,’ and the ‘sweet potato—a na
tive of North Carolina,’ were the toasts.
Crocheted underskirts of scarlet, blue and
white, are worn by young girls.
A good rule in dress reform would be to wear
a dress until it was worn out.
Absolutely plain black velvet bonnets, with a
wreath of pale pink roses in a row across the
top, are in good taste, and easily made at home
Mailboro’ Gazette: It gives us pleasure to re
cord the marriage of Brother Wells, of the Port
Tobacco Times, and Miss M. E. Powler, of this
county, and wish them a long and happy life.
The walking clubs, which are becoming sensa
tional institutions, are do better than the fash
ionable walking canes.
The feather bonnets this season are very popu-
ular. Tne simplest are those made of the soft
downy feathers from the necks of barnyard fowls
mounted on black net, and placed over an or
dinary foundation. The natural color, a gray
ish white, is retained; other feathers are sewn
on so thickly that no trace of the foundation re
mains. It is a light and warm bonnet and re
quires little trimming, a band of satin ribbon
ly, “suppose we talk and walk, I 11 say, under j p[ acec j acr03S the crown and fastened at the side
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the stars, what I slid uader the oaks ; and you
shall give me a true answer.”
She looked at him a moment and then fairly
blaz id.
“I never saw suchpersistanc?. Thank Heav
en, I go home tc-morrow, where gentlemen
know what is due to a lady, and take ‘no for
‘no’ wilhout getting sullen. Good, Mr, Bar
rington ; and good-bye. If ever you consent
to be less bo'.risniy persisent, I shall be plea-
ed to see yon in town.”
He watched her out of the roim, and then sat
down to the piano.
Miss LoBirron’s fint impulse was to seek
out the party on the lawn ; but somehow every
face but one seemed tame. Then she resolved
to go into the library and read ! but books are
so wearying.
“I woull, ’ piiy, she said, pettishly, “if that
pig-headed masculine ^was not monopolizing
the piano.
Just at this point she burst into tears. Crying,
usHully, to Miss Le Birron, consisted ot a
couple of tears mopped up by a bit of lace. She
had nevar before thrown herselt down in such
limp shape, and got into such a thorough
tempest of weeping as now. She was an hour
at it. Gradually she got calmer; she sat up and
began to consider what was next best to do.
She tried to thiuk of going home as a pleasure
soon at hand. Home! Wliat had she there?
Only an old auut who dozed in a lace cap
with a cup of chocolate at her elbow halt the
lime. The memory of the pleasant days spent
here wonld drive her wild in that gloomy house.
Then acknowledge it would be terrible anywhere
without —without —
She jumped to her feet.
‘Ho will drive me wild,’ she said, ‘banging in
that way on the piano.’
She passed into the hall and looked into the
drawing-room, where he sat placidly playing.
•Boor fellow,’ she thought, ‘how can I call it
obstinacy ? It looks like misery written all ov
er his features. And isn’t he superb looking ?
And he will be mine if I say it-’
‘Suddenly can you comprehend it?—she
stole up behind him.
Not a word was said for some moments. But
his fingers fell from the keys, his arms dropped
with bronze lizards or other ornaments, being
all that is required.
Prof. Lyon G. Taylor, son of the lat* President
John Taylsr, was married in Pulaski county, Va.,
Inst week to Miss Annie 13. Tucker, a niece of the
lion. John Randolph Tucker.
Miss McGowen and Miss Burt, of Gold City,
Montana, quarrelled while a committee was trying
to decide which of them was the prettier, and
scratched each others’ faces to such an extent that
the prize was given to another girl.
Mummy cloth chair covers, with Kensington
embroidery, and having wide velvet borders, are
handsome for parlor use. The pretty Turkish ti
dies are as good in color; but as they cost only one-
fifth as much, they are relegated to chambers,
Sleeve buttons representing a quill and a roll of
parchment are shown by the jewelers.
Sets of coffee and teaspoons are now made up of
odd pieces, no two articles being the same in pat
tern.
Little girls’ cloaks are long, close-fitting sacques
with cuffs, collar and pockets of contrasting
shapes.
The flowers used on wedding dresses are massed
on the front breaths, so as not to be caught in the
veil.
Pinner cards, moulded into the shape of plates
and oval platters, and painted with graceful water
color designs, are a Boston notion.
New silver card plates are square, with the corn
ers in niello on a gold ground, and the centre a
circular plaque in imitation ofSatsuma.
Colonel Forney in his new paper, The Progress
discards the sacred pronominal prerogative of edi
tors and of kings, and says ‘F instead of-we.’ If
he uses his T as often as most editors the other
pronoun, theu he should change the name of his
journal and call it the ‘Argus.
At the recent wedding of Mis» Holzwart, of Bap
timore, to Mr Stieff, the bride wore garnet si k
en traiue and her one bridesmaid wore whilesilk