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-NO 194, VOL IV. J. H. & W B. SEALS, ] fbopriktoks ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, MARCH B!. IS79. TERMS! f3PBR - A ^- UM IN ADVANCE. . 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.*