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VOL IV.
J. H. & W B. SEALS, ] fbopriktoks
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, MARCH B!. IS79.
TERMS! f3PBR - A ^- UM
IN ADVANCE.
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ONE SI MMER EVENING.
She stands upon the rustic bridge,
That spans the brookletover,
While gentle breezes kiss her cheeks,
From rich sweet fields of clover.
She views the brook, the summer sKy,
The crimson sunset’s glory.
And thinks that I,ife Is just as sweet,
As fair romance, or story.
She lifts her eyes; the hill-top shows,
A manly form in view,
O sunset sky! O pleasant world!
She had no thought for you.
With lips apart, andloveliest blush,
She moves a few steps forward,
And warm hands meet in tender clasp,
And waiting is rewarded.
The years roll by, and Time that brings
Sad changes to us all.
Hath severed these young hearts who then
Were bound in Love’s sweet thrall.
An artist'sstudio in fair Rome,
Holds what is called “A Dream,”
Alile-like landscape which depicts
This summer evening scene.
And nearest friends, who long wereeure
Her love had burned to embers,
Learned through this gem of art alone
How woman’s heart remembers.
ADONIS, M. D„
OR
Tiie Lady-Killer Doctor
•I forbid yon my bouse, do yon hear, sir?
screamed Mr. Cbickjove, purple with rageaDd
stamping like a cockatoo.
•Well, l ut since Mrs. Cbickjove sent for me’—
pleaded Jack Halliday.
‘Mrs. Cbickjove be ? Mrs. Cbickjove is a
silly yonng woman, with whose feelings you
have presumed to trifle,’ roared her husband,
flourishing bis umbrella from ibe doorstep.
•Nvw, sir. becff; I’ve had enough of this. My
patience has been driven to extremities.’
‘As yon please,’ said Jack. ‘My visit was pro
fessional ; but, since yon refuse to let me see
vour wife, who is ill and who has summoned
me, be good enough to give her this box of
pills.’
The pills spurred Mr. Cbickjove to exaspera
tion. He took the box ont of the yonng doc
tor's hands, threw it upon the ground, stamped
upon it, pressed his heels on the pills as they
rolled about, and concluded tLis littl9 perform
ance with an exulting yell. ‘There, sir, so much
for your physic! I soorn it and you, too! Aha!'
saying which, Mr. Chiokjove opened his house-
door with a latch-key, wagged his head fiercely
at Dr. Halliday from the threshold, and then
went in, banging the door with such violence
that it made all the window-panes ratt'e. The
dootor remained outBide. He shrugged his
shoulders and strode away down thestret. One
might have expeoted him to exhibit some excite
ment at the manner in which he had just been
treated ; but he seemed to have his reasons for
priserving a complete equanimity. A few min
utes’ pensive walk brought him to a side-street
of f.shionable appearance, which ho entered,
and at the third house rang the bell. ‘Is Mrs.
Marrable at home?’ asked he cf the smart maid
who answered his summons. Yes, sir,’ said
the damsel ; but she put a forefinger to her lips,
and with a mysterious look whispered : ‘Hash,
sir ; he's come !
‘Who s come,' inquired Halliday, astonished.
‘Missus' brother, bir ; and, oh my. what a
row he's made? Yes, sir, please to step in.’
These last words were spoken aloud and with
considerable flurry, for the maid had espied a
tali, lumbering figure darkening the end of the
passaga. The figure stared with all his might
at the doctor. The doctor accosted it blandly ;
but a wave of the hand motioned him to step
.into the parlor, and there he was confronted by
a massive, rquare-jawed person,six feet tall, bug
broad in proportion, who, in a deep bass voice,
that seemed to come up like a miner's fiom the
shaft of a pit, said
*My name is Guckin, and X want to know
what is the matter with my sister?’
•Really, Mr. Guckin. there is rot much-
slight cold—vapors *
•Then why have you paid her fifty-six visits in
the course of five weeks ?'
•1 can hardly tell,’ stammered Halliday, un
easily ; ‘ladies are sometimes anxious about
themselves, you know. The least thing alarms
them.’
•Enough ; I know your game, my man,’ inter
rupt* d Mr. Guckin, apprehending the doctor by
the cuff as if he were a prisoner, and staring
into his face with an evil glare. ‘You've heard
of Palmer, the Rugeley poisoner, haven't you?
and Smethurst, another doctor ?ard Castaign,
and Lapommeraie. Frenchmen, dootors, and
poisoners, too ? and of that physician lately
bar ged at Edinburg for poisoning his wife, eh ?
You li swing, too, if yon don’t mind. You've
laid your p'aDs for marrying my sister, but as
she’s too old and ugly a frump for you to love,
vou just think jou’ll undermine her health first,
so that she may die as soon as pcssible after
the marriage, and leave you her money. Well,
well just try it. Go up stairs and see Mrs.
Marrable new if you like ; but, mind, my eye
jt qu Ton*
•You can t think that after what you have just
said I should consent ever to step into this
house again? ejaculated Jack Hallrdav, as he
disengaged himself with a burning spot on
. either cheek.
•All right; that means that you are goirg,
doesn't it ? Or is it only a bit of sbow-eff ?'
•li means that I am going thia minute, and—
and I'm ashamed of you, Mr. Guckin ; good
rI *Go to the deuce !' said Mr. Guckin, and he,
ratio, for he heard loud moans issuing from the
next room, which was his parlor, and running
in saw a corpulent, middle aged lady, with a
mustache like a grenadiers, gasping on a sofa,
with both hands pressed to her broad bosom.
•Why, Mrs. Marrable, what brings you here?’
be oried.
•Ob, doctor,’ croaked the rich widow in a
voice which would have done for a drill ser
geant’s, ‘I have come to apologize for my broth
er's atrocious conduct. It has made me quite
ill. The unmanly fellow wants my money—six
thousand a year, dootor, in the three per cents.
—but he shall never have a penny ; my money
shall go to those whom I love and who love me.
Oh, dootor, dear dootor, your prescriptions do
me a world of good ; I feel that 1 owe you my
life. . . . Allow me to weer* ; o-o-o ! o-o-o-o!'
The cathartic in the doctor’s bottle was not
all gone ; b e was about to impart what re mained
it to soothe the widow's pangs ; but at this mo
ment the knocker on the street-door was banged
with such a riot that he ran out to see what was
the matter. He opened the door, and in rushed
Mr. Cbickjove, Mr. Guckin, and Mr. Daisop, all
three raving. ‘My wife is in your house? yelp
ed one. ‘You’ve abducted my sister, you sooun-
drel! saDg out the second. ‘I'll have no mor*
trifling with my daughter !’ shouted the third.
Their fists were clenched and their hair bristled.
Jack Halliday, though an even-tempered man,
lost patience. He barred the entrance to the
parlor with his outstretohed arms ; and keeping
his visitors in the hall, said :
•Now, one at a time. First, you, Mr. Guckin.
You called me a scoundrel; if you don’t instant
ly beg my pardon I shi 11 request yon to take off
your coat and we'll have’t out here instanter.
Do you decline ?’ Mr. Guckin did decline to
tight, and, reddening, muttered an apology.
•Very well, off you go ; and now, your turn, Mr.
Chickjvve.’
•Ah, you shan’t intimidate me, sir,’ shrieked
theeholorie lilt e husband of the lady with pal
pitations. ‘If you lay a finger on me, sir, I’ll
have the law on you.’
‘Yes, I know you're a solicitor,’ said the doc
tor, calmly ; ‘and that’s why I am going to make
you an offer. I hear your influence will be par
amount at the approaching election of a coro
ner from this district. Get me elected, and I
promise to renounce my private practioe. I'll
never call on your wife nor any other lady, ex
cept in a friendly way.’
•You shan’t call on us in a friendly way,’
howled Mr. Cbickjove. ‘Yes, sir, I’ll get you
elected coroner ; that’s a good idea, for we shall
be well rid of you. You’ll go and live in Lon
don. Where’s my wife? Let me pass, sir.’
Mr. Cnickjove went in to fetch his wife, and
Jack remained alone with Mr. Daisop.
•Mr. Daisop,’ said he, ‘when I‘ve had my tea
I*11o and p: opose to Emily ; fcut conditionally,
you know, on my getting that coronership. I
don't want to have my wife’s jealousy excited.*
•You’re right there, 1 said Mr. Daisop, laugh
ing. ‘A good looking husband with a large fe
male practice wouldn ‘t quite suit a tender-heart
ed creature like our Emily. ‘ And he left the
dootor to his tea. - Home Journal.
The Widow with the Diamond Eye.
Reception dress
too, having shown the young doctor into the
street, slammed the- door with quite unneces-
sesary noise.
‘This time Jack Halliday did look a little up
set. He bit the corners of his whiskers, pulled
down his wristbands, and appeared anxious to
do battle with somebody ; but presently the
humorous aspect of the situation brokejabrupt-
ly upon him, and he laughed. His step was
elastic and steady—by no means that of a would-
be prisoner—as he trudged off to pay the last
visit on his list before going to tea. It was
seven o'clock of a winter evening, and the lamps
of that suburban district of London where our
scenes are laid, had been flaring these two
hours. Dr. Halliday made for a row of semi
detached villas, and knocking at the door of a
house with a pretty garden in front, was admit
ted without any fuss. Here his reception was
cordial. A fox-dog frisked out, barking a wel
come and waggiDg his tail; some ohildren came
romping down the passage to be kissed, and it
was under the lead of these little people, the
one pulliDgbim by the hand, another holding
on to his coat-skirts, and a third climbing on to
his back, that the doctor made his entrance into
a parlor where a happy family party were mus
tered. The owner of the house was Mr. Daisop,
a little, jovial business man, husband of a jolly
wife, and father of a flook of children.
He sat near the fire reading a newspaper,
with a couple of rosy bre's crowing at his knees,
and two more sprawling on the hearth-rug
Balf-a-dczsn boys and girls, between ten and
sixteen, were gathered round the table playing
loto, and the eldest daughter, a cheerful girl ot
twenty, was working beside her mother, and
casting occasional glances toward a sofa, where
lay the beauty of the family, a sweet, "golden-
haired girl of eighteen. Before the dootor‘s en
try the beauty had been laughing at seme joke
of her brother's, but on seeing Halliday a gleam
lit up her eyes, a faint blush overspread her
cheeks, and she let her head sink on her pillow
in an attitude of delicious languor. When the
ohorus of greetings had subsided, the doctor
took a ohair beside the sofa, and shook hands
with the beauty.
‘Well, how do yon feel to-day, Miss Emily ?'
•So weak, doctor,’ murmured a soft voice, and
a pair of blue eyes moistened as they looked
into his.
‘The poor darling has lost her appetite ; she
could eat nothing at dinner,’ said Mrs. Daisop,
a tall, florid, and buxom lady.
Oh, mamma ! that was because she seDt out
Jane an hour before grub-time to buy her two
sausage roils, three raspberry puffs, and a Bath
bun,’ exclaimed one of the brothers at the table.
‘Oh, those odious boys !’ muttered Mrs. Dai-
sop ; but Dr. Halliday pretended not to hea’.
He felt Beauty's pulse,and the moment his hand
touched her's the girl quivered from head to
foot. ‘Steel, beef-tea, port wine,’solilcquiz6dhe
and street costume for Spring. (From Dei
innocently, thinking of his prescription ; but
if he had looked at his patient’s face he would
have perceived that she was struggling violent
ly to prevent herself from crying. Agitated by
spasms, as if the shocks of an electric battery
were rnnniug through her, she forced a hand
kerchief into her mouth ; but at last could
contain herself no longer, and burst ont into a
lamentable wail, followed by a torrent of tears,
‘Ah ! Nervous debility ; outdoor exercise
will curs that,' remarked the doctor as he rose
from his chair with professional composure; but
he was surprised to notice that Mr. aud Mrs
Daisop, ins'ead of seeming alarmed at their
daughter’s state, were exchanging smiles. They
beckoned to him to come out of the room, and
he accompanied them into Mr. Daisop’s study.
There Mr. Daisop, having closed the door, gave
Haliiday a friendly pat on the waist-coat, and
grinning from ear to ear, said . ‘N >w. my dear
fellow, we quite appreciate your delicaov in not
having spoken out your sentiments till now ;
but we think, for our Emily's sake, that the
time has come when you ought to declare your
self.’
‘Declare what ?’answered the doctor. ‘I as
sure you Miss Emily is in no danger. A glass
of stout at dinner, plenty of meat, exercise—a
little wine if she likes it.’
‘Come, come, you’re making fun cf us!'
laughed Mr. Daisop, in whose mirth his wife
joined. ‘Do you think we have been blind to
the purpose of your constant visits to our
daughter?’
■Professional visits, Mr. Daisop,’ said Jack
Halliday, with some wonder.
‘Well, well, we won’t disouss that pnint,’ con
tinued Emily’s lively father. ‘Look at yourself
in the glass, man. Do you think a fellow of
your handsome face and figure oan make love to
a girl long without setting her heart on fire?’
•Yes ; look at yourself in the glass Dr. Halli
day,'chine! in jMrs. Daisop, ia a gooi-Uu-
mored, motherly way. T am sure I am only too
g!ad for my dear Emily that she should find a
husband like you. Go in now, and make the
child Lappy by proposing to her. I will be
bound she does not remain long on the sofa
after that.’
Jack Halliday murmured a monosyllable,
which, let us hope, was a blessing ; but instead
of returning to the parlor he darted down the
passage, opened the street-door, and fled igne-
minouely from the house. When e e had run
twenty paces down the road, he paused, breath
less, to exclaim : ‘Now, I’ll be hangei if I ever
prescribe for wife, widow, or girl again. I’ve
had enough of it !•
Ee had, indeed, had enough of it. He was
the handsomest doctor within a radius of twenty
miles; but the gift of beauty, which should
have proved a glory and a source of wealth to
him, had proved to be an unmitigated curse
Husbands loathed him, guardians eyed him
lorest for April.)
askance, fathers were continually misinterpret
ing his attentions toward their offsprings ; and
though he had the most extensive connection of
female patients that ever rang out a doctor by
day aDd night to prescribe for.v»pors, finger-
aches, and ailin. 1 pet-dogs, he enjoyed no pat
ronage whatever from the male sec : ion of the
community. Dr. Halliday was not nrlv a well-
dressed, good-looking man, whose luxuriant
whiskers and curly black hair were a treat to
gaze upon ; he had the softest voice, the most
insinuating polished address, the sweetest of
s uilesjand these eharscteris’ios had as potent an
effect asjhis physical charms in makingbim u rav-
eger of the f male heart. Certain it is that Mr.
Cuickj tve, Mr. Guckin, and Mr. Daisop had al!
some grounds for taxing him with having shot
the darts of Cupid into their respective family
circles ; and they w«-re not the only pekoes by
many who were entitle! to make the same com
plaint. The best of it was, however, that Jack
Haliiday was absolutely innocent of any pur
pose to circumvent his fair pa’ients ; for he was
the most discreet of men. veiy earnest in his
profession, and he would not for a great deal
have got himself into any en.’aoklement.
He walked home, brooding in considerable
disgust, and, as usual, found in his nail a num
ber of maids and pages waiting with pressing
notes that summoned him to go out and see
divers ladies. He dismissed this cohort of mes-
sengeis pretty roughly, telling them he should
go out no more that night. They protested, but
he bnndled them all out into the street, saying
ti at he wanted his tea, and shoul ! have it. He
was not fated, however, to enjoy this cheerful
meal just yet, for. on walking infqth * study, he
was met by a dainty, tearful little woman who
rrse from a chair near the fire, aDd*, lifting her
veil, sighed : -Ob, Sector, I feel so ill. I've been
waiting for yon an hour.’
•Mrs. Cniclj ive? exclaimed Halliday. ‘Why,
I called at your house ; didn’t your husband
tell you ?’
‘Oh, yes, the brute ! He would let me die,
for all he cared ; but yon must prescribe for me.
dootor—dear doctor ! Pat your hand here on
my heart and feel the palpitation. Seo how ill
I am.’
‘Really, I don't think there’s anything the
matter with yon, Mrs. Ch ckjove.’ said Halliday,
severely. ‘Anyhow, as I don't understand your
ease, I advise yon to consult my neighbor, Dr.
Podpie, whose long experience ’
■Ah, doctor. I shall die it you forsake me,’
screamed Mrs. Chicljove, and, letting herself
glide r ff her seat, she had a fit of hysterics on
the hearthrug.
Jack, losing his head, caught up the first bot
tle off his medicine-sheif and forced the con
tents into the fair sufferer's month. He found
cut later—and so did the lady—that he had ad
ministered a strong dose of Epscra salts by mis
take; bat for the present his impulses were er-
DETINCT PRINT
Every one knows that the gay city cf Brussels
aspires to be next after Paris the headquarters
ot fashion and coquetry. A proof of this may,
perhaps, he found in the conduct of a certain
widow lady there, who, having lost her eye
through an accident, caused it to be replaced by
an artificial eye of giass. There would, of
course, have been nothing remarkable in this if
the new eye had been gl ss and nothing more.
But tho lady was not content with an ordinary
feature, and ‘out of a spirit of coquetry, with a
view of giving greater brilliancy to the eyeball,*
she had it set in diamonds at a considerable
cost. How a diamond setting could be made to
look natural as a part of the human eye it is
somewhat d ffleult to understand. One might
have thought sapphires and various other stones
would have been a great deal more servioeablo
to the optician employed. However this may
be, the object of the fastidious lady was only too
fully attained, for the fame of the precious eye
spread not only throughout Brussels, but even
attracted to the widow's side a skillful adven
turer from Paris This man, after a career of
swindling in the French capital, had, it seems,
decamped, and was not long in making acquain
tance with the heroine of the artificial eye. The
sequel was such as might have been anticipated.
The optician's chef d'oenvre was accustomed to
rapose in a particular place when not worn by
the fair owner, and its intrinsic value proved
too tempting to the stranger guest. He once
more decamped, carrying off glass, diamonds,
and all, and was next heard of at a shop in the
Rue de la Paix, where he sold the interesting
work cf art for 750f. It was not wonderful that
the jeweler and his assistant should examine
the article with some curiosity, and while they
were examining it the thief took the opportu
nity of clearing a few more things off the coun
ter. Eortuna'ely, the vender of so curious a
work of Brt was also a subject of interest to the
sho pkeeper, who was thus able to give a descrip
tion of him to the police. He was arrested a
day or two ago at the Nothern station, and is
now awaitiDg his trial; but whether the widow
has been reinstated in the possession of her
stolen eye we are not at present able to say.—
London Globe.
Truth is stranger than fiction. A man may
now that he is a liar, and yet he‘ll feel decid-
dly strange when he is called one.
If it takes one hog to make a ham, how many
ogs will i< take to make a hammer ? If ittakes
ne egg to make a nogg, how many eggs will it
ike to make an auger? And it it takes one
larriage announcement to make a ban, how
tany marriage announcements will it take to
take a baoner ?
A new Baptist convert wished very much to
be baptised by one minister and j <in the church
of anotuer. Sue went to the first and asked
him if it could be done. ‘Yes, 1 he replied,
coaid do it, bat I don't take in washing.*