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[(Continuedfrom 1st page.) •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. - •.$§§m SSili - :i ; ■ — r 98 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. Tlie UNITED MEDICAL ASSOCIATION ot Europe and America, send by mail, for $1. their famous prescriptions for the cure of Any disease in either sex, placing thebest Hospital anil special ty treatment within the reach of all. The medi cines prescribed can be obtained at any good drug store. Patients thus get the benefit ofa Council of Eminent Physicians for what they pay their homo doctor. Address, giving symptoms, UNITED MEDICAL ASSOCIATION, Box 325. Buffaio, N. Y. &PEB& mm be, 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.