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r? fp •ILE' VOL IV J. B. SEALS^pSS ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, DECEMBER H, 1878. rrpn \I sJ ) *3 PKn ANN UM 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. % 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 i i . l. 4. t . : i „ ~ A*■ It & nohu • un n vnn r . . . . . , . 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