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VOL IV.
J. H. & W B. SEALS,
ATLANTA. (xA.. SATURDAY, MARCH 39. Ifc7!».
TERMS I
iS PER ANNUM
IN ADVANCE.
105.
Bayard Taylor.
[Suggested by his recent interment in his natice soil
in Pennsylvania.]
His native earth receives him—gentle heart
And kingly brain; the Nation mourns for him,
And flags are lowered as for a chieftain slain,
Ora dead ruler. It is well: he was
A chieftain in the tigiit for truth and right
And led the van of the army. Thought ; and hewed
High paths of resea rcli, whilehis loyal heart
Conquered all prejudice by love-and trust.
Ilegraced the name of poet, sage, and man,
Living he was a vital power, and dead,
The shadow of his greatness streams beyond
Into the future of humanity, oh thou!
Beloved of men and favored of t lie gods,
Who measured the circumference of this globe
Thro' seas of ice, and depths of tropic shade,
And burning sands, and. gave us fruits of thoughts
And glowing fancies culled from all: and built
Creeds more divine than science dared to dream.
Oh strong, sweet soul canst-thou not pierce the veil
And give us token that thou still existeth,
Beyond our mortal ken, but active, bold,
And loving still? The years shall fling their pall
On T esser names; but thine, like those of old.
Is blazoned in stars upon the heaven of human
love,
And hallowed memory. Goodnight glorious mind>
But never farewell; there's no death for such
A vital energy as thine.
Atlanta. b r. A.,"
mo mows hide mm,
A\D
HOW IT WAS BROUGHT ABOlT.
IIV MARY E. BK VAX.
Lula Tripley was the prettiest trimmest, most
amiable little widow in all Hood county—;ue
owner o! a handsome cottage, a good farm and
a nice little basket phaeton and pair. If thest
were all she hud owned it would have been
Cur weather and plain sailing lux LleUteuttOi
.Tack Berry, her sailor suitor, who had loved her , T , , . ., - . .
when she was a girl, and was stiii uncured o. | Lula, poor; thing, was the whU(s>, * orrowfullest
Dan crept up tj him aiiJ possessed himself of the carpet-bat
ter, who bad little love for madam Fane. ‘She
*!><• i;*w -p..i» uv.m, nntil she
had to marry to have any peace. It is a shame!
his passion. But madam Lula owned also t.
very grim and decided mamma, who had had
things ail her own way ever since she married
her meek little husband, whom she had trained
to ob> y her very look as completely as ever dog
did his master. It s a wonder he ever dared tc
depart this life without obtaining her permis
sion. After his death, she i xercised her genits
for trainirg upon bis blue-eyed counterpart—
little Lula. She grew up in such awe and feat
of her tall, keoi-voiced, keen-eyed mamma that
she would have put her curly head into the
fire rather than disobey her. I
Lnla Fane and Jack Berry had been boy and j
girl lovers in the days when they went to the j
vil’age school and spelled in the same class b.- !
fore the augrst Dr. Theophilus Bunch. When
Jack was twenty-one and Lula five years youc- j
ger, he put away childish things and talked se- j
rious business to his lady-kve, She referred j
him, as Jack knew she would, to her mamma, ]
and with ahold front but an inward quailing, i
ana iaid his !
iitile bride you ever saw. If she had had
spark of spirit, si e never would have let her
self be led into a marriage that her bi art was
not in, but she never had had the pluck of a
kitten to stand up against that domineeiing
mother of hers, and was just a rag-baby in her
hands.’
Jack muttered a nanghty word as he tossed
the letter from him. He felt like rating his sis
ter for finding -ny fault with Lula Spiritless !
Who could have any spirit, he would like to
know, and live with that dragon ? H9 would
just like to see her tied up there to the yard-
s rin, and the fat, elderly bridegroom rolling if
the sea y< nde-, like another porpoise. Oh poor
Lnla! Sweet Lula! He must never hear ol
her again. He couldn't bear it, so he sat down
and wrote to his sister, and, at the end of his
letter, he tacked ou the postscript :
‘Don’t tell me any more about Lula Fane-
Mi s. Tripley, I mean. I don't want to hear
about her. ‘
And his sister resp cted his wish and omitted
he waited upon the formidable
petition before her. To use Jack s phrase, sht | all mention of the f irbidden name in her rather
lifted him bigner than a kite, and was so com- I rare communications, until at length, nearly I
nlimentary in h- r remarks about his poverty 1 seven y ears from the time Jack had quit his an- I
and bis wildm? s that Jack's hands doubled in- ! tive town, she quite casually alluded, in a longer |
voluntarily and he was forced tc thn st them in- j and more gossippy letter than usual, to haying
to bis pockets to keep from shaking them un
der the old lady's sharp nose. Hs was too in
dignant at first to remember sweet, loving little
Lula, but the thought of her came soothingly
into his disturbed mind presently, an l ha in
dited an el quent epistle, beseeching her to'fly
with him and leave her cruel mother, who was a
pitihss juggernaut that would ciush the hearts
of faithtul and tender lovers.*
Unluckily, this letter fell into the ban ’s ot
Mrs. Fane, and her wrath over it was great. Ks-
had a delicious treat of strawberries from Lula
Tripley’s garden, ‘She brought them he:se f. It
was the first time I had seen her since she w? s
a widow, and she is looking so well. She in
quired about you—but excuse me, I quite for-
got that you did not want to hear anything
about her.’
Jack made no allusion to this little episode in
his reply to the letter, but he intimated that be
was miserably homesick and wa3 tainking of
obtaining leave of absence and going home fora
pecially ‘was she indignant thi.t she snould be visit to the old folks. Tine to Lis word, he did
*11 J T ~ A » Vwixl r>A ulna* Linn nf 1 AHTTIU Kr.TYl A f\T1 « lflVplv H Y) E1 fl O' flftV WRR !*P-
called a Juggernaut.’ She had no clear idea of
the meaning of the word,but it was a very red raa
t'o her r»ge. That a Trumbull—a South Caro
lina Tiumbr.il, should be called a Juggernaut
come home one lovely spring day and was re-
cieved with open arms by his parents and sis
ters. Sue, the elder, was his favorite. He sat
with her under the honeysuckle porch that eve-
by an in pertinent r.j start of a boy whose father i ning, talking over old times and old friends.
sold sealing wt.x and played the fiddle for a liv-
irq.! Mr. John B-rry yrt kept the town book
and stationery tore, anu w s also first violinist
in the Hoodville siring band that performed at
all concerts and theatrical displays.
•I ll make him remember Juggernaut* said
the irate 1'iy and -he called for her war steed—
a tall bay C n slnga—tried the lash o: her riding
whip and rode t fl to the h use ot J :-k‘s father
But poor Jack had already received a blow in
the sh pe of a tender, hopeless little good-by*
misr've from Lula, te'ling him : he ieved him
and al- ays would, but could never marry him
against her metLer's will. When ihe indignant
duiue rode up lo his father's door, Jack was
seated in the hack, feeling very blue indeed as
he rattled over the four miles that intervened
between the town and the railroad terminus.
He had been studying witb an eye to the naval
seivice, and, armed with credentials and recom
mendations, he applied for admi sioD, passed a
creditable ■ xamination and entered the nayal
service. Soon afterwards, h s ship went < ff on
a long voyage. Years wtnt by, he was promoted
for esp' cial gallantry and attention to duty to
the post ofsicond Lieutenant, and at every poit
where they pa sed any lime, there were bright
eyi s that looked shy or held admiration at the
handsome, lithc-l mbe^ f;our,g oflic r. But their
g’ances made little impression, for fiis early dis-
But yon have not men ioned Lula Fane,’ he
said at last.
You told me never tc do so.’
Jack laughed. Oh well ! I take that back.
Tell me about her. So she is a widow.*
Yes, aLd prettier than ev r, but she will not
stay a widow long, if Mrs Fane h s her way, as
she always docs you knew. She is trying t-
marry her now to a slab-sided, laniern-jawed
widower of three wives, who preaches through
his nose and cares morej r Lula’s rich acres and
fat pi 0 s than he dois for her charms of per
son.’
•A preache.? whew! how came the madam to
fix on a preaehei ?’
‘Why, havent you hear. ?’ Her latest whim is
to be very devout, and she is the greatest piece
of piety extant, if church-going anchpatron zing
church fairs and abusing sinners and giving
what she calls ‘counsel,’ go to make piety.
She has nearly run the poor folks around her
crazy by poking into their affairs,finding fault
and giving advice and tracts; and as for poor
Lula, she dare not Smile or look lively in her
mother’s presence. II she does marry parson
Podgett ’
She shan’t marry him, 1 broke in Jack. ‘If I
can help it. ‘
■But how can you help it, my dear boy? She
is as much under the old lady's thumb as ever,
she drew back in amf-zeaiem, s Jack, tall, sun- !
burnt, bearded and awfully handsome, rose up
oil Oi a corner and said, ‘Ln ! a.*
She let him take her trembling little hand and j
hold ii in both his big ones lor a whole minute
while she looked at him as if she were going to j
cry.
‘Sit down,* he sa’d. ‘Don't tremble so. I
wouldn’t hurt a hair of your head, God knows.
I don't blame you for anything that has hap j
pened. And I‘ve loved you all the time. J
cau't help telling you so —you look just like the j
little Lnla that I used to call mine. *
Sue had discreetly vanished, and J?ck im- I
proved the- shining hour and won from Lula a j
conf, siion that she still oared for him, and was i
more than happy that he had come back.
‘And it‘s all a mistake about the parson,' J;.ck
said. lie saw her f a r, e c'ond.
•You don't mean me to understand that you
are engaged to that man, Luia?'
No. Go, no ; that is—mamma promised—I
mean he has asked me to marry him through
mamma and I have begged for lime to think of
it ,'stammered Luia.
‘And you are to give him an answer—when ?•
•N*xt Saturday. Alania has invited him to
dinner and to stay over night. She wanted to
announce on Sunday that I was engaged to
brother Podgett, and ask the prayers of the
church upon it,'
‘Ahem ! and what do you went to do? You
lovs Mr. Podg-tt, I suppose.'
Oh! no indeed. I could never love ;him.
Not but he's good enongh for me. He's very,
very good, you know, aud mama says I am so
giddy I absolutely need a godly n an like Air.
Podgett to keep me in the stiaight path. Bat
then— he draws out his words as long as molas
ses candy, and he rolls his eyes and talks about
hi3 dear deceased partners in heaven, and the
corners of his mouth drop down, and he sips
his ci tfee with such a noise, and, indeed, he is
not a man I could love any war,—even if ‘
‘If what ?•
‘If you had not come back, Jack. ‘
‘Little humbug ! You'll tell me that and,
Saturday, your mother vili order you to give
yourself to old Podgett, aud you'll hesitate aud
shed a tear or two, and end by doing as she tells
you.'
‘Oh ! Jack.*
‘Yes you will : I know hoi it is. You have
been sol j set to her will so lag, - ou Lave none
You resolve!o do what your
•.i--n.ee dictatojbu. us soon as you
finer,ce of htl eye and tongue,
t as 3 oa did wen a child. ‘
s minded her lit -r e- well,she'd
didn t, and se has always been
ing ht-r cry again. There'll be plenty of time j
to bother her with reason. You just sit down, }
sir, and listen to onr music, or get your violin
and accompany us. Come, Lula.’
The m; ruing hours flew away on wings ol
melody and happiness. Just as Mrs. Berry was
about to call the trio to a delicious little lunch,
up dr ive Lula’s carriage with her mamma sil
ting in it in her etiflVst and most determined
attitude. She had heard of Jack 3 arrival and
had come to resene her Gretchen from the fas
cinations of this Faust.
ITuiucky Jack! He was seen in his wovst
■ight; leaning against the open window with
that wicked fiddle in hip hands aud that wicked
moustache showing strongly iu profile.
'T Lulafc !’ screamed the dragon, craning her
long neck from the carriage window.
Jack's bow gave a discordant scrape across
his fiddle and Lula’s 1 auds fluttered and
dropped away from the piano liks she t white
doves. .She jumped up and made a dive for her
bonnet.
Jack : I should like to see you row in the open
; s«a. Do von know I am going to Sei with you
if my mother will only let me. I want you to
! beg her. I wish she d sell the lat.d -*ud buy a
ya- lit. Wt-could live on her. D-n't you re
member the boat you whittled out t-,. me with
your knife’ I've got it yet, and the pup you
gave me-there ho is, the white-nosed oue; the
| higge t dog among the lot, and the best—-Here
i Jack! He's your name sale you kDow. Bar,
wont you ;ry the pood au i the cherri-s?'
•I should I ke to Dm, but I’m a little tired’ —
'You look kinder under the weather—not
j sick.’
'No, only the wind's out of my s: ils some
how. I su--p-ct. I am a little bilious : folks are
in the Spring y ou know. But I'll ride with
| you. I'll go and saddle Nell right away.’
They had rild&n some little time iu silenc«,
Dan seemed to be i fleeting—a rather unusual
thing with him. Suddenly he said :
‘Look here now; I don t gue s it's the I i’o
that’s the matter with you. I think I know
[ what it )«.’
| ‘What ?’Jack asked 'I’d like to Lear your
opinion of my case.’
I ‘Weil—it’s the widow’- Jack started and
J frowned. ‘It’s pretty Miss Lula. Oh ! we all
| know you loved her before yon went away, and
Isheltvedyou, but Aladam stepped between
\ and gave Miss Lula to the old Squire, and now
i she wants to give her to the Parson as a sacrifice
: for her own sins I snppose. But yonr coming
will brock that up.’
•No it won’t Dan. The Parson is coming to
morrow to get h s answer, and with Airs. Fane
to back him, it will be sure to be in his favor.’
'( oiling io-merrow is he ? Well, I'll see him ;
he has to pass our place to get to the Fane’s.
He lives at Dolson four miles the other side of
our farm. I’ll see him come trudging along th'3
time to-u orrow, he's too stingy to ride,totin’ his
best shoes and his clean collar iu a bundle or
an old carpet s: ck in his hand, to put on just
before he gets to the widow's. That's his style.
He’s stingy to bill, but ha's a real pleasant sort
of man and he loves fishing as well as he does
eating, and that’s a s'ght. lie often stops to
take my rod and try a fly or a minnow in the
pond as he is passing. I bet I could get him to
fishing in such dead earnest to-morrow, he’d
stay over the madam‘3 dinner hour and make
her mad as a wet hen. She's f.wiu! punctual
and particular, and if her company dont come
to time^they say she blows them up. I believe
111 ry it to-morrow with the Parson. ‘
Yon wouldn't succeed, Dan. He'll be too
impatient. ‘
‘We ought to work some scheme to keep him
away from there till you could see Miss Lula
atul have a chance. Couldn't we kids ap him
and shut Lira up in my fancy hen Louse here?'
‘I'm afraid that would be taking an unfair
advantage,' laughed Jack.
All's f air in love you know, but that might‘nt
be a good plan. He might sack my eggs
He
ot your own.
heart and co s
get under the i
yor. g va in to
T have al way
be '. eriible if 1
•I’ll go with you and help you in the carriage
if I’m impaled for it,’ said -Jack recklessly'.
I ve lost my char ca at a capital plan, I was just
maturing, that of shaving off my moustache,
mounting a black cravat and calling on yonr
mamma an a mi s ion ary from Borrobolah Gh
with a couple of deceased partners. But ‘hat
plan falls to the ground since she has sei-n m*
as the same reprobate sho knew; and I have no
chance now against the pardon.’
‘Oh Jack !’ Lula said half laughing and hall
crying, tor the stern looks of her mamma were
upon her, as she came down the walk with Jack
at her side, looking tail and handsome, as the
dragon took note of out of the corner of her
eye, though she only vouchsafed him a freezing
nod in return for his respectfully cordial salu
tation and the bow he performed in L’s finest
manner.
Jack had been a favorite in Hoodville and
when he strolled up town that afternoon, he was
soon surrounded by his old friends, glad to
find him as jolly and cordial as ever. They
kept him talking of old times and tc-lliDg his
adventures on shipboard until he tore himseli
away from them at dark and went to taste his
mother s nice tea-cak s, custards and coffee
OP.ce more at the old mahogany table. The next
morning, he was moody and anxious. It v as
F i lay end the following day was the momen
tous S*. urdny that would see'Parson Podgett at
the little y idow s side, pleading for the answer
to Lis suit, ‘looking sentimental and tender and
appointment had rendered him proof against I and you are in disgrace there, you know. Mrs
ladi s' charuiP. Fane will be on the look out alter you, the min-
He had letters now and then from Hoodville, ' ute she learns you are here. One good thing;
rqy bnt seldom heard anything of Luie. His sister
I y_ wrote tl at she was married - married to Air.
\-/P Silas Tripley an .elderly, double -canned p-r-
socage, who, having made some tho: sands at
merchand’zing in tow n, had bought him a pret
ty country place and began looking round for a
wife.
•It is all the grenadier's doings,' wrote his sis-
Lula will see you before her mother finds you
are back. She is coming here tomorrow morn
ing to j raciica a duett with me for a charity
concert. So be on hand.*
Jack was on hand. AVhen he little widow,
with her pretty snowdrop fac®, in a tiny crape
bonnet, came Lipping into the parlc r next day,
Faying ‘Good morning, Sue, ml too early ?•
so kind to me.'
•Kind ! is it any kindness o keep you abut
up from freedom and hapifiess in he iron
cage of her wib ? If you wild only pluck up
spirit to beat against the baieven. You're old
enough now not to be tied ther apron string,' r
Old! I’m oniy twenty-tree, I thank you, j heaid the rapid trot of a horse, and looking out,
sir.’ j saw one of his most zealous adherents, Dan
•I said nothing against yo* age. How seusi- j Darkle, fling himself -If his brown Shetland
tive you women are on thatcore ! You re in | P ori y ar d come towards tne house. A handsome,
-• "S
insinuating as only a widower and a preacher
;■ r iu
his sidear d the wind ail in his favor,wuile lam
forced o sit hero in a dead cairn and see the
Puritauro pirate run t if with the prize that’s
rightly mine.’
Ha dared not even write to Lula for the Drag
on had f.rgna-eye-s and would be sure to find it
out. While he puzzled over the situation, he
the sweet ripeness of woman»od, but what dot s
that matter, if you are to beie fourth partner
of the Rev. Podgett, who Jnes through his
nose and is old enough for *nr mother?’
‘Are you two quarreling rfeks Sue, re-enter
ing the* parlor. ‘That won be renewing old
times, sure enongh. You *ed always to be
scolding Lula, Jack. Howan you have the
heart? And there's tears jher eyes this min-
ute.’ ,
•I’m a brnte to bring th there !' tried the
impulsive young sailor, c?ping down or. h s
knees before the little wid and trying to draw
l.er hands away from befeher fae». ‘1 know
she’s the sweetest, tende* gentlest little crea
ture in the world, and I'*ly one fault to find
with her - she will obey hUfc commandment
curly-'aired, brown-cheeked youth of fifteen
was M; ster Dan with a dancing imp of mischiei
in his h.zle eyes. His pranks sometimes scan
dalized the good towns people, ti.l some act of
kindness or generosity wiped out the old score
against him and made ready for new ones. He
had been wont to follow Jack about like his
small shadow before that hero went away to s a
sad it was Jack who had taught him to trap
rabbits, shoot wish bow and arrow, and swim
across lus mother’s fancy fish pond. The old
love came back strong upon Dan when he saw
the gallant Lieutenant the day before.
Come to lake you out. to the pond’ was his
salutation *Bi: c' -hearts ripe and sweet, and its
a splendid clay for fishing. Brim iau
the water iike pop corn in a hot
umping in
too well. There, ffiat> says I’m forgiven ; I saddle the filly*and ride ouh We can take s
now if you'll jnsA * e fl ^ easou a minute.’ | row on the water. We’ve a nice little cockle
•She’ll listen sq thing. Youllbemak- shell. I ixpect you are a crack oarsman now,
looks kin to a weasel. But I hi work some scheme
to spoil Lis fun to-morrow. See if I don’t. I
know how to feel for you Jack. I have been
there my seif. ‘
■You, ?' the Lieutenant said, much amused at
the idea.
•Yes' Dan answered, shaking his head
solemnly.
“I loved her and she> might have been
The happiest in t lie land
But she lam-io;.a foreigner who played a flageolet
In tiie middle of a German baud."
'Twasn't a flageolet he played though. He
played a Iiickoiy twitch on the boys’ jackets.
He was a hook-nosed cliool master teat she
gave her young affections to. My heart was
i shes ; I had no appetite for a week for any
thing unices it v as buckwheat-cakes and pat-
tridges ; yes and fried potatoes. I never coul l
go back on fried potatoes. Here we are at the
pond. That cloud over the sun will make the
fish bite better. We'il catch a good string before
dinner. ‘Don't you worry about tha Parson.
I'll set a hook for him some way. He'll never
carry c ff Aliss Lula. It would be too ridiculous
The grenadier, now, would be the right match
for him. ‘
The cheering assurances of his youthful ad
junct failed to keep up Jack's spirits on the
fattfui Saturday. He helped Sne in her garden
and made a pretty trellis for her vines, but his
whistle didn't have the right ring to it, aud ivs
sister said to herseif ‘his mind's upon Lula.
I'd like to shake her for being such a slave to
that mother of hers. ‘
Early in the afternoon a small boy brought
Jack a scrawl signed -Dan'and he read to his
wrn.ic rment.
Dean Friesd Go up to Strawberry Hill
iLula-s horn) and go in to win. Yon can
ph y a lone hand. The parson's out of the
way, and so is the grenadier. Coast clo r.
Don't be afraid that all's not fair. There's
’ oboe I is w ingsquare
But ain't I had bully fun though ! I'll spin vou
the yarn tc-morrow. Your ob'd't sen vant,
Dan.
P. S. All ?' Lula is looking for you; you had
better go at once.
And gc Jack did, though with some misgiv
ings. They were all dispelled when Lula met
him al the door radiant wflih smiles and looking
lovely in her lavender half mourning.
‘Dan Dark'e told me you were coming,’ she
said, ‘but I was afraid you would not, because
of mamma ; she has gone now to see Mr.
Podgett.’
‘Theparson? why I thought he was coming
here to-day to see her—or you rather.’
•He wrs, bnt au accident prevented; nothing
serious tfongh I believe.’
‘And yen are awfully disappointed,’ Jack said,
taking a seat close to her on the sofa.
‘I look so, I am sure,’ was her blushing re
joinder, as he imprisoned her white hand in his
brown one.
The sun shone, t! e birds twittered in the
young elms outside, and th? ro.-es peeped in at
the window and nodded approval : s Jack made
hay while tho sun shone, and fortified himseif:
against the parson with a positive promise fram
Lula. Nobody thoug’t t of the Dragon, until
near sundown, when a message from the cook.
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