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•I might answer for myself, but I could? not
for my cousid; be is beyond my management,
so I found to my cost to-day. ‘
•Well, well; we‘ll expect you.
The Baron went, and the Earl turned to his
daughter.
Gertrude, ycu‘ll be the richest < f the let; that
men's wealth is unknown; hooked a fine fish,
and a hi ndseme one too.*
•I wish you would not speak so, papa; I am
tired cf being held up to the highest bidder,
and sold like my poor sisters.*
‘Sold like your poor sisters; why my girls
have the finest establishments about town. *
‘And are all miserable.*
‘Bosh; what has a marrisd woman to do with
happiness? She's married, and has got an es
tablishment, that's all.'
‘And her husband? 1
‘Is an appendix, nothing more; she must take
him in with the rest.-
‘Papa, I won't do it!* Gertrude, in spite of
the good society she was in, grasped her father's
arm. ‘I shall never marry, so you'll have me
on your hands.*
‘Why not, child?*
‘Because I won't be sold to any man, and
because you tcillsell me, whether I like or no.*
•But you might run away.*
‘I shall never do that; since I will net do sur
reptitiously what I am forbidden to do openly.
Sooner will I enter an order.*
The new-fangled ideas of the High-Church
party. *
‘No, necessity would take me there* I shall
•ay no more, papa. Remember, never try to
sell me to any one, because I wont be sold—
even to the man I might love.*
•Then you are a fool. There is Sir James Ter-
euce; I'll just have a chat with him about the
Newmarket affair. Somebody will be in soon,
my daughters are never left long alone.*
Gertrude was speedily surrounded by ac
quaintances, who thought her less sprightly
than usual, and believed she was in a bad
humor. Poor Gertrude was trying to gather up
theahivered pieces of her idealiem, and disgus-
tid to see how little they fitted into the misera
ble mercenary werld of her father's ideas.
Israel returned home on foot; asking his way
right and left in his own off-hand peculiar way.
He had utterly forgotten his proteges: as he
neared Piccadilly, he found the air getting cold
and shivery, and he hurried on faster; suddenly,
near the hotel, some one tugged at him.
‘O, sir; we waited for you.’
There were the boys, trembling in the night
air.
‘Poor boys, would no one let you in?’
‘We did not like to ask, sir; so we stopped
till you came.*
‘Come along**
The night porter looked astonished when
Israel came in with his charges; but they were
dressed decently, and passed on.
‘Pedro, Pedro,’ called Israel.
Pedro was gone; no Pedro could be found.
Israel sat down. What could Pedro’s absence
mean.
•Oq, sir; we saw the young gentleman go out
with a portmantea in his hand, and we crouch
ed down, that he should not see us.
•When was it about?*
‘About an hour ago. *
So there ended all this gypsy attachment; on
the first severe trial, the jealous Spanish blood
rebelled, and Pedro left a master to whom he
professed so close an attachment.
‘The teaching of the Nazarene’s words hadnot
done much good there,' thought Israel.
‘Can we do anything for you?*
‘I want little help you may steep n Pedro’s
bed to-night. Next to my own.* It was said a
little harshly.
‘Don,t be angry, sir; we‘ll try to be good,*
said the eldest boy.
The simplicity of the profession pleased
Israel.
•Come here, boys; Fedro was a boy like you;
who had been brought up on the streets, and in
the reads of sloth and wickedness; he fancied he
lov«d me. He came with me and I thought I
had touched his soul; for a lime it was so, but
luxury, and a certain freedom bavejepoiled him,
and now he has become faithless and left his
master, to whom he professed a deathless attach
ment. You will do the same. *
The boys, with the sharpness of street-arabs, !
looked into Israel's face.
■Try us, sir, do now; do try us, our father |
don’t care what becomes of us. Many times
have we turned out to sleep where we could, so
he won't miss us, for a good bit.'
‘And the law allows this?*
Don't know the law 1 *
Israel, never hilarious, broke out into a wild
loud laugh.
•What ?* he called out; ‘I know they go into
ail lands to preach, as they call it, the Gospel
of Cbrist, and allow such things at home?
Such evident training of little children for sin,
England, art thou much better than loose Italy?
bigoted Spain, frivolous France, and ambitious
Germany ? Train thy children callously to vice,
and then build prisons for them ? I had ex-
peoted other things of my mother's country !*
and Israel bent his head in sorrow.
not like
•No necessity, ‘said Gertrude as she entered
the room fully equipped in her riding habit.
Before her stood Israel: sha servant withdrew;
the two were alone.
Gertrude blushed deep scarlet, but retained
her self-possession. Israel trembled.
•Let us go into the conservatory, ours is an
old bouse, and we have a very fine conservatory.
It is my p* t place, and I do all 1 can to embellish
it; do come with me,*
Israel followed her. Amid the cool shade of
ferns and stunted foreign trees they stood.
From fountains waters fell in showers around
them. Siillnfss reigned here, as if no London
noise were near, and love had lound a nook
vvhert to rest in.
Gertrude, a little confused, pointed out the
pleasant spots of the place. Israel looked at
her. t , ...
•Gertrude, you must listen. I love you with
that strength which a men feels who finds at
once his mate. I want to run away from you,
and cannot; could you love me and make me
forget my early vows?*
Israel spoke those words fiercely
pleading lover.
Poor Gertrude, standing next to him, her head
bared, in one hand her riding hat, looked up
pleadiDgly at him.
‘Israel Torriano, don't say this again; I can
not marry. They would sell me to you for
money, and I will xot be sold; my father watches
us, he knows you are coming here; he thinks
von will speak to me, he wants me to say yis.
Oh, Israel, if you love me as you say, then re-
DonDce me, for it mnst, with my surroundings,
ever be a bargain. I should always think so and
hate myself for it. ‘
'Gertrude, do you know what you say ?* And
Israel laid bis hands caressingly on her curls.
•Yes, yes, I do; don't speak of it don't take
your image out of my soul. It is money, money,
moDey in my father’s house, and for what? To
bet on the turf. I have come to despise man
for his selfish pleasures and tyranioal ways. I
am tired of it and love best to sit with my own
thoughts. Israel, I believe you are kind and
generous; the men I have known are not so. I
do not know if I should love you; but I detest
money to that degree that I undervalue those
who possess it - Israel, if you were poor, it
would be otherwise. I cannot marry a rioh
man.*
■But I am poor; my wealth I would give up
to-morrow—in fact, I never possessed it.*
•No, no; you cannot get rid of it; it is yours,
and will stick to you. I am a Christian, you are
a Jew. All London will say it was dene lor
money, and the very thought bills higher feel
ings. Israel, do you care for me ?* She looked
up at him pleadinly.
•Gertrude, Gertrude, I Lave fought all day;
but love was stronger than I am. Something
within me reaches for yon; my hands are
stretched out for you. Gertrude, I feel man
was not made to be alone 1* Ho grasped her
band.
‘It cannot be; 1*11 never be a sold bride, and
my father would do it. I know him, be‘11 bar
gain the moment he hears of it.*
‘Don't wait; come with me and fly?*
‘Israel 1 Why should I ? And even then he
would bargain; he‘d settle it with the Baron. I
cannot, I cannot, I cannot.*
'Gertrude, am I then destined to suffer for my
own former callousness? Ah! I preached to
ethers and am now caught myself. Gertrude, I
did not want to love woman; I even looked
down upon such love; Gertrude, the first look
of your bright ingenuous face, conquered me,
and made another man of me: it is so sweet to
hold you here; must I dash away the cup, Ger
trude?* He looked into her eyes.
‘Oh, do no* l/'ok at me; Tsrasl, T believe T Iont<
to be yours: to fly even with you; yes, I own it
all, all. I could follow you to the ends of the
earth; you also took my heart by storm; 1*11 say
it now, for I must, your image has never left
me since that first meeting. Israel, my soul
has panted for thee 1 look at me, look at me now;
I’ll speak the grand truth: Israel I am thine
already, but such is my horror of money influ
ence, such my detestation of what women are
made to do tor it; such misery have I seen my
mother and sisters suffer, that—Israel, dtar
Israel, just as I adore thee now—yes, look at me
—I should loath you then, fori know, they wonld
sell me for money; they would even deny me
more natural feeliDgs. Israel, tempter, go, go,
or I do no know what I shall do 1 Go, for
Heaven’s sake, leave me 1 1 have no further
strength; take away you faee, for I love you to
destruction, and I believe I loath you already 1*
With a wild shriek, Gertrude tore herself
away, and fell right into her father’s arms, who
had, uuperceived, come behind them.
Israel rushed past him.
‘May your money worship be cursed 1 It has
torn from me your dangbter 1’
The young Jew ran from the house.
(TO BE CONTINI’ED. )
MURDER WILL OUT!”
The above is a good likeness of Feter Moony of Home, who was so mysteriously murdered in
April 187-L After he was killed his body was placed on the lr?.c‘
but it was discovered before the trsin came along.
rack where a train would mangle it,
Navertfce!e?s though the fact that it was a
elling
after diligent investigation it was found that C. 0. EIH«
ditsipated citizen o' Bo up, and Tobe Coopt r wl o kept one ( f
ones. Both had taken prominent part in investigating the murder at the time, but they had now
removed olsewhere. Ellis was traced to Paris, Texas, where he had become a prominent citizen,
and Cooper was found and mrrosted not far from Rome.
respectably connected but
s gambling dens, were tbe guilty
‘My dearest Maria, * wrote a recently married
Brooklyn husband to his wife. She wrote back:
‘Dearest, let me correct either your grammar or
vour morals. Youaddress me, ‘My dearest Maria.
Am I to suppose you have other clear Maria’s ?
A music-seller announces in
sentimental song: ‘Thou Hast
Me* for ten cents.
his window a
Loved and Left
i At a weekly meeting a straight-laced and
! most exemplary deacon, residing in Harlem,
j submitted a report in writing, of the destitute
i widows who stood in need of assistance from the
| congregation. ‘Are you sure, Deacon,’ asked
| another solemn brother, ‘that yon have em-
; braced all the widows?’ He said he believed
ue had.
Russian officials went without their usual
Christmas gifts this winter, and the nahar or
free lunch, given by the Persian Government to
its servants has been abolished on the gronnd of
economy.
‘Destructive as gunpowder,'a London magis
trate called the New York ‘boys’ pacers,’ found
in the possession of Master Jamas Goring, thir
teen, who stole half a s overeign from his mother
and threatened her with a knife.
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A Young Girl Hangs Herself.
The next day came, Israel looked ill. Many
contending emotions had effected his organiza
tion, He sent one of the boys with a letter to
his cousin, that he could not see him to-day, as
he felt unable to converse upon general topics.
In Israel's thoughts a firm idea established
itself, to win Gertrude, and fly. If she loved
him, she would come; if not, he would then
seareh into thiB people's condition; thus his eye
expanded, and his chest heaved. Gertrude
tempted him to renounce his original concep
tion of life—that some beings might pass it in
contemplation and adoration. His natural im
pulses seemed too strong for him; but if Ger
trude responded not to his passion, he felt
the link would be broken. He would tear
asunder those false social fetters, and proclaim
aloud to the world that it was false, superficial,
self-seeking, leading those to sin who could find
no other outlet, and despising and punishing
them for it, Ha he would. Israel lost the
thread cf bis thoughts, they led him beyond his
own power of reasoning!
The afternooh sun shone Sol'tly through the
Venetian blinds; innumerable cards bad been
left at the hotel. Tbe Baron had called, but not
seen Israel. All manner of nn notary and other
dignitaries had come, and had been disuppont-
ed. The celobrated eastern banker satin his
room, deep in thought, restless with the longing
desire of love, and rn the company of two beg
gar boys, whom he had picked up in the Lon
don streets. •
It became late in the afternoon; Israel roused
himself, and sent th* boys for a cab. Pedro bad
not yet come back.
•Please, sir let us go with you, we'll wait any
where for you.‘
Israel could not refuse; the boys climbed up
on tbe box. Tbe cabman was directed to the
Earle's house, whose addiess the Barcn had
given Israel.
‘Is Lady Gertrude in?*
‘Y'es sir. but Bhe was just going out to ride.
Are you Mr. Toriiano?*
‘Yes.*
•Ob, then she expects yon. *
Israel w as led through the luxurious though
somewhat faded house, into the drawing-room;
here he found no one.
•I will call Lady Gertrude.*
Committed for Disobedience, She Re
fuses to Work ;uid ^Commits
Suicide.
A sad case of suicide was reported to the New \
York police from the House of Refuge on Iiac- j
dall’s Island early Friday morning. Catharine
Death-Grapple on a Housetop.
This is a tragic scene which occurred in Texas recently, Two men beoame[enraged at each
other and clinch in a deatt-struggle on the housetop. They fall from the roof on the sharp buil
ding stones, and tbe neck of one was broken and the other was so badly bruised that no hope
was left of his recovery. Let not your angry passions rise.
Ex-Governor Marshall, of Minnesota, is now
in search of his son George, a boy of fifteen, who
has run away from home after an injudicious
course of reading boys’ trashy books and papers.
A lone musician fiddled ‘Home, Sweet Home’
so sweetly at a street corner, that a stranger
three blocks away was affected to tears. When
he was asked ‘why he wept, and if the dear old
tune stirred tender memories in his heart,’ he
mournfully replied: ‘You bet. If yon was
Punch, a fair haired German girl of sixteen j sole proprietor of a red-headed woman with a
years, wm committed to the institution on Au
gust 28th on complaint of her parents, who
stated that she was wayward and disobedient.
It appears that the change did not work any re-
fo-m in the girl, for Matron Perry was fre
quently obliged to discipline her.
On Christmas, Catharine seemed to enjoy her
self, partaking of a good dinner with her com
panions, and performing all her household
duties. On Thursday morning she was em
ployed with other girls in ‘cleaning up’ the
kitcheD, over whieh department Assistant Ma
tron Colton presides. Before finishing her task,
•he went away and refused to do any more
work. She was then taken to Chief Matron
Perry, who demanded her reasons for such con
duct, but was unable to elicit a reply. Then
she was taken to her room, with orders to go to
bed until Bhe was willing to perform her du
ties.
Mrs. Meigham, who is in charge of the Dor
mitory, says that ‘Katie’ went to her room in a
very sullen mood. She was locked in without
her saying a word. At supper her door was
opened, and then her dead body swung outward,
suspended by tbe neck. Mrs. Meigham cried
out in terror at the sight, and the body was im
mediately cut down. Around the neck wrs a
strip from a sheet, tied in a double knot, with
the other end fastened to a nail above the door.
The house physician used restoratives, but lite
was already extinct. Her parents have been
notified of their daughter’s death.
diagonal eye, who could make nine bulls-eyes
with a stove-lid out of a possible ten, and whose
best argument is a mop-rag, perhaps the dear
old tuDe would siir you in the same way.
Young man, you lack experience.’
When you enter an enclosure in which there
is a vicious dog, take oft your hat or cap and as
the animal approaches you, hold the head-gear
down by your side between yourself and him.
He will not trouble you.
A teacher was practicing her youthful olass in
original composition, and gave one pupil the
subject ‘Boy’ to write upon. The subject was
to be treated of in three parts—first, What is it?
Second, What is its use? And third, What is
it made of? The boy wrestled hard for a few
miDutes in desperate perplexity, and then wan
dered up to the teacher’s desk, radiant with en
thusiasm and submitted the following: ‘A boy
is au animal; his use is to oairy iu wood; he is
made of bones,*
Answers to Correspondents.
JTow about that Augusta school girl, who profess
ed to have written the pathetic little poem, “Be
side tlie Wye”? Was she a plagiarist or poet?
You have never let us hear.
M. C. T., of Houston, Texas, puts this question,
which has been asked by at least half a score of
other correspondents, all of whom say “we have
been waiting to hear.” So have we been wait ing—
upon our brilliant friend, Mr. Henry Grady, who
promised us an analysis of the little poem and his
opinion as to its authorship. Having ransacked bj>
extensive library as well as hisYichly stored mem*
ory and failed to find the poem, lie came to ttie con
clusion that it was original and was going to say so
in tiie S. S. in his own inimitably graceful fashion.
But lie is so taken up with his latest pet—the Ga
zette, (long may its charming Sunday chimes con
tinue to ring) that he lias quite forgotten to fasten
the bays upon the brow of our Augusta school girl.
Edith Dombey asks—“Who got the hundred dol
lar prize for the best poem expressive of Southern
gratitude for Northern help during the fever epi
demic of last, summer?”
Theprizo was taken by C’apt. Guy Oarleton—a ju
nior Editor of the New Orleans Times—the same
paper that offered the prize. His poem, Androm
eda Unchained, has been adversely criticised by a
portion of the press. To us, its chief defect lies in
the fact that It is unsuited, in style and method, to
the occasion. The style is turgid, the thought in
volved, the pathos lacks spontaniety. A more pop
ular method would have been in better taste, as an
expression ot a people. But then, poems to-order
are seldom of high merit. The fount of Helicon is
not a pump from which a pitcher may be filled at
request, and I have never envied Tennyson, laure
ate though he be, because being the Court poet, he
is obliged to tune his harp upon every marriage,
death or birth of the Royal Family.
L. H. says, “I have once or twice met with allu
sions to l'eggy O’Neal. Who was she?”
She was the daughter of a Mr. O’Neal, who in the
early days of the present century kept a boarding
house for Congressmen in Washington. Peggy was
a sprightly, intelligent girl, but withal bo impru
dent as to awaken grave doubts as to her future.
But despite adverse predictions, she married eariy
and well. During Gen. Jackson’s administration,
she contracted a second marriage with Gen. Eaton,
who was a member of the Cabinet. The wives of
theother Cabinet officers refused to admit her into
their society, and as Gen. Jackson espoused her
cause with his accustomed pertinacity, the ques
tion which was at first a purely social one, assumed
grave political importance. Mrs. Eaton survived
her husband, and we believe entered into a third
marriage, and a few years ago was living in the city
of New York. She always averred that her conduct
and character were misrepesented and that the per
secution waged against her was unjust and ungen
erous.
Maude asks, “What is a kettle-drum?”
It is an informal party. It is usually applied to
the afternoon “sociables,” or “five-o’clock teas,’
that are so fashionable at the North.
Decline writes—“I have proposals from two
young men. Both of them are ot good health, good
character, handsome persons and agreeable man
ners. I like both, but have no choice between
the two. One is a farmer who has a pretty-
little start in his business, while tire other has just
entered upon the practice of law. Which would
you advise me to accept?”
Since your affections are so evenly balanced that,
as the song says, you could “be happy with either if
t’other dear charmer was away,” we think, Leoline,
the farmer with the small start would be the most
eligible. The professional field is decidedly over
worked; the laborers in it are many and the har
vest is small. Folks find the quarreling business
too dear in these days of economy and it takes nioro
than a load of learned lumber lugged from Ccke
axtii Clility to give the legal aspirant admittance
to the temple of fame or to the baker’s and butch
er’s eitiier. On the other hand, a fellow with plen
ty of “muscular Christianity” and “a mule and forty
acres”—or less, would stand a good chance of keep
ing you in “bread and shoes." So, liking being
equal, we should decide for tbe farmer, but be sure
that Cupid's scales are equally balanced, Deoline,
for though the old picture represents Love as
lighter than a butterfly, yet be sure that in matri
mony love docs weigh and not lightly either. <*.
Quintus says—“I lately heard a minister quote
the iines, ‘Tell me ye winged winds,” and say that
they had been written by a lady. Was lie correct?”
He was notf the lines were written by the poet
McKay.
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famous prescriptions for the cure of Any disease
in either sex, placing thebest Hospital anil special
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THREE NIGHTS AND MATINEE
‘John,’ said a rich Quaker to his extravagant
son, ‘I'm afraid thou art getting a rake.’ ‘Nay>
father,’ returned the yomb drily, ‘it is thee that
hath raked, and I am spreading it for thee.’
‘Father,’ said a wishful lass, about sixteen
years of age, ‘I know* semething about gram
mar, but I cannot decline matrimony, dot see
tbe reason why myself and Gilbert cannot be
conjugated ?’
Old Bachelors are the loneliest set of beings in
society. They eat alone, go to bed alone, rise
The Marietta Paper Mills,
We here give an accurate engraving of tbe main buildings of tbe Marietta Manufacturing
Company, which is how tnrning out better paper at cheaper rates than any mills in the South.
They Lave pure, clear, mountain water and an abundance of fine water power which gives them
a decided advantage over most other mills. The mills are owned by a wealthy stock company,
com posed of some of the best citizens iu Georgia, among whom may be mentioned. Col. James
R. Brown, of Cherokee; Gen. Wm. Phillips Sax A Anderson, Esq., and Col. A. S. Edmonston, of
Cobb. Col. Edmonston is President and Sax Anderson, Esq. is the Agent and general business
manager of the entire establishment, and a more accnrate, accommodating and genial gentleman
is not to be found anywhere. His paper maker, Mr. Jeff Land, is one of the most thoroughly
alone, die alone, and go to the devil alone—and : competent in all the Sonth. He is a stout, hale, and good-natured fellow, who has all the patience
neither men, women or children will let them of P oor old Jol) and ean defy any paper mill (which is a most aggravating institution when the
^ one . j paper does not ran well) to get him oat of hninor.
“JULIUS CESAK,”
Shakespeare’s Classic and Historical Trigedy, on
THURSDAY JANUARY 23d, 1879,
Interpreted by the Renowned Dramatic Artist,
Mr. F. C. Bangs,
As Marc Antony, as acted by him for ovsr ICO nights a;
Booths Theatre, New York.
The distinguished actors,
Mr. Thos. W, Keene,
Whose success in “Ham’et,” “Richard III,” and other
Shakespsriau Ccaracters, eminently fit him for
, t , his great personation of
Cassius.
Mr Rob’t L Downing.
Who has won critical praise for his brilliaut performanse
of “Othello,” will appear as
Brutus.
Mr. George Hoey,
t The accomplished actor, will assume th* role of
Julius Caesar.
The rest of the cast in the hrnda of acknowledged
capacity.
NEW SCENERY has been specially provided.
NEW ROMAN COSTUMES for every character.
RR1D..V EVENING the Grand Roman Tragedy.
Yirginius: The Roman Father,
Written by the Rev. J. Sheridan Knowles, of the P. E. C.
Grand Matinee on Saturday
AT CHEAP TRICES.
ON SATURDAY NIGHT
SHAKESPEARE'S “MERCHANT Or VENICE.”
Sale oi seat* to commsnae on Taciday, at Phillip
Crew’s.