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THE SUNNY SOUTH
on the Marsh!
—or the—
Strange Experiences tff a Governess.
BY F. W.
CHAPTER XV.
Laurence had promised to come for me
early the next morning, saying that I
should be wanted to help to arrange the
Btulls,
'• 111 bring two of the Manners boys, and
say we’ve come for t he benches Mr. Rayner
offered to lend for the children's tea,” said
he. “ Then I'll say Mrs. Manners liegs you
to come at once, and I'll start off with the
boys, and, when we get outside the gate,
1 11 send them on with the benches and wait
about for you.”
1 wondered why he could not wait for
me in the house as a matter of course; but
be knew best, and I said nothing.
The next morning I put on a white frock
that 1 had been busily making during all my
fpa.ro time for the last fortnight, and a
broad sash of the palest lemon and pink that
I had been saving up for some great oc
casion. Then I slipped into the garden be
fore breakfast—for there was no knowing
liow soon after he might come—to gather a
flower to wear at my throat. I purposely
chose rather a faded little rose, in the hope
that Laurence might notice it and get me
one himself to wear instead. 1 was going
to put it into water until it was time to
start, when Mr. Rayner met me at the
window.
“Hallo, Miss Christie, stealing my roses!
Well, since you have resolved to burden
your conscience with a crime, you might
have made it worth your while. But 1 am
not going to let you s;R>il the effect of your
pretty frock and destroy the reputation of
my garden by wearing such a misshapen
thing as that! Never! Como out again
with me, and we'll find something bet
ter.”
This was not what I wanted at all; but I
was obliged to follow him, and to seem
pleased when he gathered and gave ine the
loveliest little late tea-rose possible, and
then found a beautiful hit of long soft moss
to put around it. Laurence would never
dare suggest that tiiis was not pretty
enough to wear.
After breakfast, I went into the school
room with Haidee; but I was not in my
usual soberly instructive mood: and, when
I heard the front door bell ring, 1 took the
('lutil's liiiitle to Knowledge from Haidee's
hand ami gravely held it before me for
some minutes until she said timidly—
“ It begins at ‘ What is tapioca?’ Miss
Christie.”
Then I felt ashamed of myself, and,
making an effort, heard nil the rest of her
lessons as intelligently as was necessary,
• and set her a copy in my best hand. Then,
just as I was thinking that my reward
must be very near now, my heart sank as I
heard Laurence’s step returning through
the hall, and those of the boys with him,
while yet I had not been summoned. I
wondered whether Laurence had forgotten
nil about me, and could have burst into
tears at the thought that lie would soou be
heloing to arrange the stalls with pretty
Miss is ale r inch. Lut present?. >, when
disappointment had given place to despair,
1 came to what I suppose was a bitter
mood, and reflected that- it w.as all a just
punishment for the careless and neglectful
manner in which I was certainly perform
ing mt’ duties this morning. And I went
into dinner with all my bright spirits of the
morning very properly chastened out of
me.
It was wicked and ungrateful of me;
but, when Mr. Rayner said brightly, “Mrs.
Manners wanted you to go and help her
prepare for the afternoon’s festivities, Miss
Christie: but we were not going to let you
fag yourself out laying tables for a lot of
dirty children, so I said you should come
later,” I felt for the moment that I quite
disliked him, though it was really only an
other proof of his kindness and care for
me.
After dinner, he himself accompanied
Haidee and me to the High Field, where
the bazaar and tea took place; Mrs. Ray
ner was not coming until later. The school-
children had been there some time when wo
reached the field; and some of the rank
and fashion of the neighborhood, the quiet
people who came ns a duty, were making
purchases in the marquees. I saw Lau
rence standing outside the larger but less
showy one of the two: he looked very
grave and gloomy, and did not come for
ward toward us immediately as I had ex
pected. Was lie offended because I had
not come earlier? Sureiy he must have
known how niueh I wanted to do so! His
elder sister, much to my surprise, came out
to meet me.
“ We have been waiting for you such a
longtime, Miss Christie,” she said; ‘‘wo
have kept a place for you.”
Ami, although she did not speak much
more pleasantly 1 iKn usual, I thought it
good-natured of her. and wondered whether
Laurence had spoken to her about me and
she was trying to be kind to please him. I
followed her into the marquee, which was
arranged witli one long stall down each
side. At one. cheap toys, sweets, and very
innocent refreshments were to be sold; the
Sunday-school girls stood behind it, pre
sided over by the housekeeper from the
Hall. Down the other side was a stall
loaded with the usual display of mats,
dolls, crochet-shawls, and tatting anti
macassars, witli here and there a gypsy
table or cushion mounted with wool-work,
and a host of useful trifles, which were ex
pected to fetch far more than their intrin
sic value.
But the custom of foreign years, when
the sale had been chiefly for the village
people, was not forgotten: and one end
was piled up with underclothing and chil
dren's frocks and a quantity of cheap
crockery and iron mongery, the contribu
tions of Beneonsburgh tradesmen. At
this decidedly the least interesting corner
of the whole bazaar, Miss Reade asked me
if I would mind standing.
“ We chose this part ter you because you
aid you would like to have plenty to do;
and we know you are patient. And I as
sure you the old women from the village
will give you lots of occupation: they al
ways want to turn over everything in the
place and buy what they require ter noth-
I think I would rather have sold some
pretty things too; but of course somebody
must sell tiie ugly ones, and I really wanted
to be useful; so I looked carefully over the
things under my charge and examined the
price-tickets, which I thought was a busi
ness-like way of going to work, wiien Lau
rence at last strolled in and came up to me.
He shook hands with a loving pressure, but
he °2ow^.o7ou do, Miss Christie? They
expected you earlier.”
And I felt so much chilled by the com
monplace words and the “ Miss Christie”
tnat i couia scarcely answer, i nau hoc
expected him to sa* “ Violet" before every
body, as lie had done when we had walked
home on the previous night; l.ut he ncei
not have used my prim surname at all.
But, as lie stooped to push under the stall a
box that was sticking out, lie said, iu a
very low voice—
“ I must speak to,you presently. You
must make some excuse to get away, and
i’ll watch you and meet you, 1 have some
bad news—at least, I don't know whether
you will think it bad news.”
His whisper got so gruff during those
last words that I longed to kneel down ou
the ground by him and put 1113 arms around
his neck and tell him not to mind, what
ever it was; but I couid only say softly, as
I bent over a bundle of night-caps—
“ Of course I shall think it bad if you
do.”
And he just glanced up with a loolf that
made me hold n.y breath anil almost for
get where, I was, and his lips touched my
frock as he rose, and I knew that the bad
news was still not so bad as it might be.
Just then there was a stir and excite
ment outside, caused by the arrival of Lady
Mills and some of her party. They came
into our marquee, and I thought I had
never seen any one so beautiful or .so win
ning as Lady Mills herself, with her pretty
cream-colored gown covered with lace and
bunches of pnie roses in her hat and on her
dress. The ladies with her were beauti
fully dressed too, and I saw at once that
they were indeed, as Mrs. Manners had
said, not the style of people Geldham was
accustomed to. They made us all, sellers
and buyers, look very dowdy and old-fash
ioned, and they talked and laughed a little
louder than we dared do, and moved about
as if thej' were used to being looked at and
did not mind it. There were only two gen
tlemen with t ho six or eight ladies, and I
heard Lady Mills say to Mrs. Manners that
the rest of the men were coming on the
drag, and that she liad given them strict
orders that after a certain time they were
to buy up all that was left on the stalls.
Mrs. Maimers seemed rather distressed at
that, and said she did not want the gentle
men to purchase things which would be of
no use to them; they had some smoking-
caps and embroidered cigar-cases. But
Lady Mills laughed and sUd Mrs. Manners
wa,s too merciful; and then she left our
marquee and went to superintend the fin
ishing touches put to the arrangements of
her own.
Presently we heard that the drag had
arrived, and there was a little flutter
among the ladies at our stall. As for me
1 knew that these gentlemen, who seemed
to be thought of so much consequence,
would not want any of the tilings 1 had to
sell: so I went on quite quietly serving the
village-women, with whom* I was doing
very good business. However, when the '
gentlemen did lounge in, one of them, who
was tail and had a long, fair mustache, j
looked i.-ta ionj time at the tilings a' my »
end ol 1 tje*tail, and asked tne price’01 a j
tea-kettle. I thought he was amusing him- !
self, but he bought it and carried it off; |
and presently two more gentlemen came j
into the marquee and straight up to my |
corner, and bought, the one a gridiron and
the other a soap-dish.
Then the first one came back and asked
the price of so many things that he took
too much of my attention from my village
customers; and at last I told him he would
find some ties and cigar-cases and gentle
men’s things further up the stall. But he
put up his eye-glass and looked at me grave
ly, and said he could not afford to spend
his money on trumpery—he wanted some
thing useful: and could I oblige him with
a toasting-fork? Then he was so long
making up his mind between a penny one
and a sixpenny one that I told him he
had better buy them both, and, when he
liad settled which he liked best, he could
give the other away. But lie said, “ That
is an extravagant way of going to work,”
and took the penny one.
When he hail gone away, Laurence came
up again, and I told him, laughing, about
the funny purchases they had made. But
he was not at all amused; he said it was
tomfoolery.
They came again, though, and some more
of them too; and at last the first one of all I
returned a third time and said he had been !
intrusted with a sovereign to lay out to the !
best advantage ter a young couple who j
were setting up housekeeping. 1 had done j
such good business with the village-women !
ami these unexpected customers that 1 had i
not a sovereign's-worth of ironmongery j
and crockery left; so he bought up all I i
had, including two pair of patterns and a j
number of mouse-traps, and made up the
money in Holland pinafores.
Presently he came in again with Lady
Mills, who asked Mrs. Manners if she
could spare her another helper; and, look
ing down the stall, and seeing me with
only a few aprons and children’s clothes
left to sell, she asked if the little lady in
white at the end might come; and Mrs.
Maimers, looking at me rather gravely
and anxiously, as if she was sending me
into a lion's den, asked me to go. But
the other ladies at our stall did not like
it at all.
The other marquee looked like fairy
land. The two stalls had so many beau
tiful bright things on them, besides a
quantity of flowers, and the ladies beliiuj
them, in their light dresses, looked so
pretty. The villa go people did not buy
much here, but came in shyly in twos
and threes, and talked in whispers. But
there were ail Lady Mills’ party, and a
lot of Beaconsburgh people, and members
of most of the rich families in the neigh-
borhood. And there was a great deal of
laughing and talking going on: and this
marquee was altogether a much more
amusing place than the other.
Lady Mills, who I thought had sweeter
manners than any lady I had ever seen,
thrust a big basket of flowers into my
hands and t >hl me to walk up and down
and ask people to buy them. “ Ask the
gentlemen,” she whispered, with a pretty
smile. But I did not like to do that; so I
stood with my basket in a corner until the
fair tall man who had bought so many
things of me came up and gave me half a
crown for one little bud: and I thought
how silly it had been of him to make such
a fuss over the toasting-forks when he was
ready to give so much for a flower. And
then Laurence found me out,and he walked
up and down with me, holding my big
basket; and I sold my flowers quickly, and
was very happy indeed, ter Laurence talked
and whispered to me, and looked at
me all the time as we moved
among the crowd, and never once
left my side while we were in that tent.
He told me evervbodv said I was the nret-
nesc gin mere, wmen or course was non
sense; but it was very nice to hear him
say so. When I had sold all the flowers,
he whispered— ,
“Now let us slip out, and we can
talk.”
Bo we tucked my basket under one of
the stalls, and went out of the tent and
away into a lane near the field; and Lau
rence’s face grew very anxious and un
happy as I asked him what was the mat
ter.
“ I shall have to go away, Violet,” said
he, looking at me very intently.
“Go away! Why—why?” said I, the
tears rushing to my eyes. I had not ex
pected anything so dreadful as that.
“ My mother has decided—has been per
suaded—that she must go away to the
Riviera to escape the wet season we are
threatened with, and I shall have to go
witli her.”
“ But you will come back? You will
soon come back, won’t you?”
“I don’t know. I don't know what
may happen while I am away. I don’t
know what the plots and plans may be
of the person who has c msed me to be
scut away.”
“ What do you mean ? What person,
Laurence? Your mother—your sister?”
Laurence looked at me without answer
ing, in the same searching, intent way as
before, for a minute or two; then he
said—
“ Listen, Violet. You are such an in
nocent little thing that I don’t know how
to tell you what I must.”
I could not help looking rather fright
ened at tins opening; and he stopped a
little while to comfort me before he went
on—
“ Last night when I liad left you and
got home, I found Mr. Rayner just leav
ing the Hall.”
Mr. Rayner! Then he must have gone
on there from t lie Vicarage, and he must
have come straight from the Hall when
ho passed me to go to his room, as I
crouched in the shrubbery. Laurence
continued—
“ I went straight into the study to speak
to my father. fou know there is more
sympathy between him and me than th< re
is between any of the rest of us, so I went
straigiit ahead and told him all about you,
and wliat a sweet ftltle thing you tvere;
and I asked him to find me some occupation
in an office, or on a farm or something, at
once, for I must have a home to take you
to before the year was out. And the dear
old dad said you had a good sweet face, and
he should like to have such a daughter;
but what would the wafer say? You know
my mother rules him with a pretty tight
hand; and he may say ‘ Yes’ to anything
when her back is turned, but he daren't say
‘No’to her to her face. And my mother
has strong prejudices, a,nd wants me to
marry some one with money, ‘ to improve
our position in the country.’ And I
told him I was twenty-four, and
old enough to know my own mind,
and 1 didn’t care what she wanted.
But lie begged me riot to offend
her, and then said. ‘ She has just been into
tell me something that may have a bearing
on the matter. It seems she has set her
heart on going to the Riviera, and insists
on your going with her. Now, supposing I
stock a farm for you while you are away,
you can step into it directly you come back
—I suppose she won't want to be gone more
than a couple of months—and you can try
your hand at farming for a year or two,
and keep it warm for .Jack, who wants to
take to it, he says. When you are living
away from us. you will be more youc own
master, and vonr mother will have to sub- !
iuicVjY1 uviWar. /r.dd.iu ».V,- ,-jirsr
don’t say a word to her, or to your sisters
—you know they always side witli her—ti l
you come hack.’ 1 didn’t much like this;
but I couldn’t say * No’ to my father—he
has been so good to me—and I couldn’t re
fuse to go with my mother; nevertheless I
was half mad, all the same, ter I kuow
who has persuaded her to this.”
“Do you? Who?”
“Mr. Rayner. Haven’t you noticed how
he has been steadily getting round my
mother for the last two weeks, till ho rules
her as surely as she rules my father? I’ve
watched him, and tried to put her on her
guard; but I am no match ter him. I won
dered what he was doing it for; now I
see.”
“But I don’t, Laurence. Why are you
so prejudiced against Mr. Rayner—when
he has been so kind to me, too? What
should he persuade her to go away ter?”
Laurence looked at me earnestly.
“ To get me away.”
“To get you away? Why should he do
that?”
Laurence began to speak, but he got very
red, and stopped.
“He doesn’t like me, Violet, and he
doesn’t want me to have you.”
“Oh, indeed you are mistaken, Laurence!
He has often praised you.”
“Yes; that is his cunning. But I tell
you he would stick at nothing to prevent
my marrying you; and ns long as you are
under his roof I shall never kuow a mo
ment's peace,” said he, excitedly. “ He is
a bad man ”
“ Oh, Laurence, you shouldn’t say that!
I know him better than you do, and 1 know
that he is goodness and kindness itself.”
Violet, you are 110 wiser than a child.
How can you see the way he treats his
wife, and yet call him good?”
“ His wife! Ah, I know all about that,
but—I must not tell you. Indeed he is not
cruel to her, as you think, Laurence. I
know all about it: I do indeed.”
“ Well, then, since I must say it, what do
you think of the way he treats you?
Doesn't lie show he cares ter you more than
ter her? Can’t you see he is making love
to you?”
“Laurence!” cried I aghast. “How
dare you say such a thing? What have I
done that you should think so ill of me as
to think I would let a man whe is married
make love to me? How could you tell me
ou loved me, thinking that? I will never
peak to you again.”
I turned sharply from him, and was back
in the field among the people before he
could stop me. Tea was being given to the
children, and I went to help; but the en
joyment of the day was gone. In a dazed
state I was still handing about cake, too
miserable and excited to know quite what
I was doing, when Lady Mills and Mr. and
Mrs. Rayner came up to me. This lady,
who had charmed me so much, had in re
turn taken a fancy to me, and had begged
Mr. and Mrs. Rayner to let me go home
with her to stay until Monday; and they
had consented. At another time this in
vitation would have made me half mad
with delight, but now it seemed only to
overwhelm me with terror at the thought
of going among so many strangers.
However, they sent me home to prepare
what things I wanted, and told me to make
baste.
As I was packing a muslin frock I had
never yet worn, and wishing I had some
thing handsomer ter the occasion, I sud
denly thought of the paste pendant Mr.
Rayner had given me. That would look
quite dazzling peeping out of the muslin
and lace round my throat. So I packed
that and a piece of black velvet to wear
it on; and I was scarcely ready before
Jane came up to say that Lady Mill’s car
riage was at the gate waiting for ma-
nut just outside tne Hall door 1 met
Laurence, with a rose in his hand.
*‘ Violet, V iolet, don’t go without a word
to me! Here—throw away that rose and
wear mine.”
“ I will wear yours,” said I, “ but I can’t
throw away this one till it is dead. That
would be ungrateful.”
“ Did Mr. Rayner give it to you*”
“ Yes.”
He snatched out of my hand the rose I
hail _.ust taken from him, and flung it
away.
“ I .teg your pardon, Miss Christie, for
my presumption in thinking you would ac
cept mine after his. Good evening.”
He strode off toward the plantation path,
and he would not turn round when I called
“ Laurence, Laurence!” I could not stay
to run after him, even if I had been able to
overtake him; so, with tears in my eyes, I
plunged into the flower-bed where his rose
had (alien and picked it up, and put Mr.
Rayre/'s gently on the ground instead. It
wa= an ungrateful thing to do; but I must
do what Laurence wished, even if h» did
not know it.
And so with a very heavy heart Ir.nup
the path to the carriage, and started on a
visit which was to be strangely eventful to
me.
TO BE CONTINUED.
ilitnie *a>fters. Spicy Lctfhirs
Domestic Hints, Etc.
»'M*d pleasures end palaces though we may roam
Bee e ras 30 humble there’s n,. piacs like hoiaiv
Chat.
Chat and Domestic Hints have gladly
given way for the more entertaining letters
of our friends. Too many of these are
kept back (pet force) until their responses
and suggestions have lost some of their
patacas. We cordially welcome some dear
old members back, (several of their bright,
gossippy letters are in type), and cordially
do we greet many new comerp, some from
lan r 's far towards the setting sun.
The summer with its excursions has given
ns g'...apses of some of the Householders.
One rainy day a tropical bird came to our
sanctum— N. L. H.—in a shady hat, rosy,
and fed lipped as ever, but looking a bit
ethereal, because she has been doing wear
ing twain work—writing stories for various
papers. Three weeks ago, at a lovely and
cultured neighbor city, and upon the stage
of one of the largest of Georgia’s colleges,
I had a glimpse of Relie—a tanntalizing
little interview—just a handshake and a
greeting. I had hoped to have a long talk
with him to make up for having missed him
in his last winter’s visits to my “den,” but
duty to the Sunny, and to a dear friend who
was very ill called me back to the Atlauta.
I deeply regretted not having heard the
commencement addrera on that occasion.
It was pronounced richly thoughtful in mat
ter and eloquent in delivery.
E. E. H. is with me as I write. She asks
me to fellou a little thing yen may some
times find useful. It is that yellow soap
mates an excellent and durable sticking
material. She found it out at the prison,
to which she has just paid her weealy visit.
Sho f d pome pictures and ornamental
■re she warded to fasten to the plns-
•/» ; ted no war to put,taenr> up
a wr.•w-K.&'isihr --rr'MTryr-if t re
pictures in his cell were pnt up in that way
last year and were as strongly adhering as
need be.
Lately I spent the evening with Magnolia
in her pretty, flower-fragrant cottage. She
has not exaggerated a bit in telling you
of that new baby. He is a rare boy, fat,
beaming and rejoicing in his baby life. He
had his christening a week ago. Being Sun
day, I was resting under my country vine
and fig-tree, and Betsy Hamilton stood god
mother for the baby.
■ By the way, Betsy asks me to say to a
contributor who wrote to her over the nom
of Betsy Junior that she would r6ply to her
if she had her address.
Winnie Wye writes one of her delightful
letters this week. That “elephant” must be
“a thing of beauty,” in spite of the riotous
grass and vines. I hope to pay it and her a
visit soon, to gather morning-glories from
the tangled hedge of that rambling garden
and see her human “glory,” the brown-eyed
girlie. Will the young mother of the girlie,
who has dropped her Household mask, care
if I tell Lucile that Winnie W’ye and Annie
Logan, the well-known newspaper corre
spondent, are one, and that both noms be
long to Mrs. Annie Carter, wife of the
young city editor of the Atlanta Constitu
tion?
Last week, while driving, T stopped out
of a sudden shower at a brown cottage
nestled in grape-vines, with a vineyard in
the rear beautiful in its green luxuriance.
A little lady with shy hazel eyes and crinkly
nut-brown hair was at work preserving
green grapes—making sweet pickles out of
ihem. Over the emerald-green bunches she
poured a syrup made of sugar, with the ad-
dit.011 of vinegar and spices. She had
made the vinegar ont of honey-water and
wheat-bran, she said. There was a row of
hives, humming with the busy little honey-
makers all around, under a flue old oak in
the back yard. After squeezing the honey
from the cells, she said, she poured warm
water over the comb, sprinkled it with
bran and a bit of yeast-cake, corked
the jug tightly, and in a short time
had good vinegar. She said when nothing
better was to be had for dessert she some
times made a vinegar pie. It might be called
a three-pie. The ingredients were three of
eve rj thing—three table spoonsful of mo
lasses, three of sugar, three of flour and
three of vinegar. Beat the mixture until
there are no lumps, add a pinch of salt and
a little grated nutmeg. This little lady does
hei own cooking, and she has a very nice
sea-shell complexion set off by her brown
eyes. She told me she cooled her heated
skin by bathing it in rain water in which
elder flowers had been steeped. She kept
the water bottled. It is the best beauty wash
in the world she said.
One word abont badges. I thought they
had all been sent, but on seeing Mr. North-
en to-day, I find he was behind-hand and
that some had been neglected who should
have been served immediately. I carried all
orders to him without an hour’s delay, but
as I explained, he has been deluged with
commencement and other work. He has
been obliged to refase many valuable or
ders. He has all the badges finished now,
however, and will transmit them without
delay. *
Ladies and Gentlemen: Now don’t all of
you feel distant towards me, a stranger, for
being so abrupt in making my presence
known to yonr most charming little oirole,
because, being a stranger and not being
fortunate enough to have some kind friend
to give me a formal introduction, I thought
it best to start right iu and let the future
take oare of itself, and then if I am not a
welcome guest I can simply make myself
“scarce.” I have for quite a length of
time been a mere spectator, but now I wish
to become one of the Household if yon will
admit me, promising to make myself as
agreeable as possible. Now, who will be
my companion, take up my oause and see
me through? _ . ...
Awaiting yonr answer, I simply subscribe
myself, Bohemian.
Memphis, Tenn.
My Pictnrcsqe Home.
Loal Kimmer, your mention of me,
though slight, has fanned my vanity and
asBnranoe, and now a slender flame is try
ing once more to creep into the Household.
I answer to the roll-call with alacrity. My
rock-bonnd, rock-adorned and rock home
is so far from Atlanta that I cannot hope to
join in the pleasant reunions. Don’t think,
for a moment, that I live in a stone man
sion—far from itl This house was built
long, long ago, and the seven large forest
trees that adorn the yard have whispered,
laughed and moaned above its cypress shin
gles, till Nature has thrown over them her
carpet of bright green moss for the wood
nymphs to dance on, but the steps and
hearths are made “of whole stones, over
which no man has lifted np any iron.” The
chimneys are partially built of rock, and
rocks may be found in every room on table
or mnntle. On every side arc masses of
rock, and to the west is one whose highest,
peak measures fifteen feet, and is covered
with moss, wild grape vines and poison
vines.
Not the least attractive about this mass is
the group of chestnut trees, rising in some
inexplicable way from the very midst, and
just now laden with its rich brown fruit,
over which cousin Forest, little brother,
myself, the pigs, crows and squirrels are
continually quarreling. A little southwest
of the house are large rocks clustered to
gether in such quantities ana queer posi
tions, that they would furnish play houses
for an orphan asylum. The most distant, of
these rocks slope suddenly to the bank- of
a stream, rejoicing in the euphonious title
of Pole-oat Creek. Here we can fish, in the
loug summer days, for perch, blue cats,
mud cats and eels, or, resting under the
shade of the large beech and water oaks,
read a pocket edition of Lalla Rookh, or
TeDnyson, and let the fish run away with
hook, line and pole. This is a rugged couu-
try, but picturesque, and settled by on in
dustrious, warm hearted aud hospitable
people, of whom a great many are Quakers.
Tnere now, I did not intend to describe
my home, but the words came unawares.
So often have I sat me down to “tell the
circle of my new gift of household jewels,”
as Mrs. B. has kindly requested, and my wee
tyrant forced me to drop the pleasant task,
that I have all but despaired of ever joining
you again. One of my darlings was taken
when but one week old to help make up the
crown of One who “suffers little children to
come unto Him.” So tiny aud frail is the
little one spared me, thut day and night
have I watched over her, with only my faith
in God’s goodness to keep hope alive. And
thongh at four months old she doesn’t weigh
eight pounds, she is getting plnmp and rc.-y,
and is such a bright laughing little midget
that I am content with her fairy form. Shall
I send you my blue-eyed “jewels’ ” picture
dear Star ? And w^ill Bachelor Ben and the
other Householders admit another young
lady in the nursery department ?
Thanks, Muda Hetnur and Nena, for your
remedies ter sore eyes. I have tried both,
only to find temporary relief, for my eyes
will never be strong again I fear. So few
appreciate the blessing of eyesight. I never
did till reading aud writing became painful,
and often forbidden pleasures.
Your “chat” ou “Worrying Marthas” Mrs.
Bryan, brings to mind the words of an old,
oid lady who was praised for her model
housekeeping. “A mighty nice turn to have,
child, that of always keeping a house in or
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Gumberlandlsland
THE GEMOFTHEATLANTIC,
AFFERS MORE ATTRACTIONS THAN ANY
U seaside resort in the South. To the business
man whose mind and brain needs rest, and to the
invalid, dyspeptic, asthmatic and nervous suffer
ers there is no place like Cumberland, with its
bracing salt air, surf bathing, boating, fiehing,
shooting and all out-door sports. We have here
The Finest Beach in the World,
P’xtending to grand old Dunginess 22 miles, and
lined witn beautiful shells of every description,
and forming the handsomest drive on the Ameri
can coast. A tram railway takes visitors from
the hotel to the bath houses on the beach for one
nickel.
The Hunting and Fishing
Are unsurpassed. Every variety of salt water fish
abounds here, as well as every species of game
from the deer, black bear and pelican down to
the rice birds and sand pipers, and the visitor can
find royal sport with rod or gun every day in the
year.
The Hotel Accommodations
Are now ample. In addition to the former build
ings and cottages, the proprietors have just com
pleted a large and handsome two-story building
with 12 to 15 large rooms, and a double colonade
on all sides, and a dining hall 40x»>U feet, with a
seating capacity for 300 guests.
Railroad and Steamer Connections.
Visitors can reach hero via Brunswick and
Savannah. The East Tenneseee, Virginia and
Georgia being the direct short line to Cumber
land Island, makes close connection at Bruns
wick daily with the staunch and first-class
steamer Egmont. Passengers leaving Macon at
in5 p.m. by the E. V. e.nd G. Railroad short
line reach the Island next day for dinner.
_ , Aruu’e c"Tivevae<*es with good drive-- meet the
•tpbU a .. • ..a .;u 4_m * ” ' - •>*
Brunswick, has mo 1
ad over
■lacxb, ouggieo
aud about them to catch the beams of Heav
en’e own brightness to gladden their lives?
So Comfort, my dear, don’t make that
“Key to a Man’s Heart” so fascinating
that our mnch burdened sisterhood will take
on new loads of care by much baking and
brewing to win and keep their husband’s
hearts.
Why have so many old Household mem
bers dropped out ? The new comers are
thrice welcome, bat the dear old familiar
names can find no answering substitute.
Crushed, Leal, Angelina, Quien Sabe aud
Comfort, come in and chat with us again.
Jebusha.
Another Truant Comes Hack.
A long absent member wishes to return,
and be once more among the bright spirits
that cheer the Household. My long absence
has been caused by sickness, so loug and
tedions, that ter a time I wished that death
would release me; but it was not my time.
Health is slowly returning, and 1 expect soon
to take my place again among the ranks
every week. The Sunny South has come
and I would break the wrapper eagerly, for
it comes to me from the land of summer
and told me tales of living bloom—of roses
that were in bloom, while I still languish in
the drifting terrors of winter. Ah, thought
I, if only one kind word were spoken to me,
some tender message from some member,
hew happy it would have made me—recon
ciling me to the long, weary winter days.
Spring has just appeared here, scattering
beauties with a lavish hand. I have no
rosea—they are to come—but a bouquet of
“sweet violets” and lilies of the valley are
upon my desk, aud through the open win
dow I catch a glimpse of bewildering beau
ty—everything in living tender green. I
dare not stay long, I am such a stranger.
If at any time 1 can steal the time I will
come more ofton, so I may not be forgotten.
I remember Mrs. Bryan, and have added
her books to my library. My time is fully
occupied, as I am contributor to our weekly
paper here and local editress upon a daily
paper. This occupation I have held just a
W6ek. Will some one among you send me
some Southern moss? I have heard of its
beanty, and wish to possess some.
The ffrst letter usually is the most formal.
Perhaps when I come again I will be re
ceived upon a more familiar footing, then I
will tell yon of my pretty cottage home and
more abont old Ashtabula. There are many
residents in Atlanta who once lived here,
and if the Sunny South visits their uses
they will be glad to hear from their old
homes.
Comfort Marshall, Quien Sabe and others,
are my particular admiration and friends.
May we know eaoh other better soon, If I
may become a member again, if my long
sllenoe has not completely broken all re
membrance and friendship.
Nobah Cbiena.
Ashtabula, May 19.
Hr. J. 6. Westmoreland
treats only ohronio diseases with whioh,
from experience and study he has become
more familiar, such as catarrh, bronchitis,
consumption and asthma, with his special
mode of inhalation; piles by the painless
mode of speedy onre, and oanoer, bladder
and urethral diseases by special application.
Address or eonsnlt him at 55% South Broad
street, Atlanta, Gu.
Jkhools AND Colleges
WASHINGTON SEMINARY,
16 Fast Cain Street. Atlanta, 6a. '
S ELECT BOARDING AND DAY SCHOOL
for Girls aud Young Ladies. Thorough edu
cation; good advantages; ressonable terms. Fall
term begins first Monday in September. For cir
culars, apply to
Ml
bs. BAYLOR STEWART, PrincipaL
„ boats
always nt the hotel wharf.
RATES OF BOARD: Only 42 per day
or 410 per week.
For further information address
W. II. BUNKLEY. Proprietor,
Bnnkiey P. O., Cumberland Island, Ga.
J uno, 1H8L
P. 8.—Bnnkiey post-office is a new office just
established in the hotel.
SAKES ALIVE!
I’VE DONE BOUGHT
A Pianer.
I say hit fur a fack, an’
what’s more. I done saved
a clean £50. by buying hit
from IJOIlEN AND
KATES* .-outhern Mu
sic House, Savannah, Ga.
My Frends,
l’lisr’s noyuse in talkiu,’ ef yo haint got a Pianer
or a Orgin in yure house yo will never know what
rale siruoti pure happiness is. lintel jo git one’an’
when yo dn, jess take a woman's advice, an’ save
money by buyin’ hit at
—r ~-lyvjcqy*•"r.»yr*T.■wwjrer*
Ludden & Bates’ Southern Music House.
They’re the men fur my money. No swindlin’
fur them. They don’t humbug yo with offers of
gold dollars for 50 cents, or $1.0d0 Pianers fur
$200, but joss give yo dollar fur doliar yure
money’s worth to a cent. They 11 do exactly as
they agree, in offering tu save yo money. I. my
self, am one of twenty thousand delighted (see
me smile) purchasers who have bought of them
in the last fifteen years. See wliat they offer:
PIANOS AND ORGANS.
PI ANOS-Rospwood, 7-0**iave, Sqiia* e
Lar^e Size. Carved lug**, Overstrung
Hass, All linprovoments. Only $210.
Vprisjtit*. $‘2!i.l. OraiKl 7}S
Oct., $323. From Old and Reliable Makers.
Sweet toned, perfect and durable. Good for a
lifetime.
OKIiANS — Walnut rase**. Extended
Top, two *iets Keens, 5 Stops, only $555
Eoar S* ts Keeds 7 Stop*, only $05: 9
Stops, $70. In elegant cases, richly orna
mented; guaranteed in tone, construction and
durability.
Ten first-class makers aDd over 300 different
styles to select from. Easy installments, $15
monthly on Pianos, or $5 on Organs, and
With each PIANO, a good Stool and Cover,
With each ORGAN, a good Stool & Instructor
With each PIANOor ORGAN,a Book of Music
And so cap the climax, they actually deliver the In
strument to your nearest depot or landing,
ALL FREIGHT PAID.
Take my advice; they did fair by me, and they
will do the same by yo. But dou't try tu beat
them down, fur they have ONLY ONE PRICE,
an’ they stick tu hit like a coon to a tree. Buy of
them, an’ they will satisfy yo or pay back yure
money. Send youre name an’ poetoffice, an’ tell
’em what yo want, an’ they’ll send yo mor’n a
peck of catalogues, circulars an’ price lists, which
will help yo pick out the Instrument yo want.
Jess put on your letter:
Lndden & Bates’ Southern Music Honse
Savannah, Ga.
an’ hit will go rite, an’ yo’U git an answer in a
jiffy, fur they all git up soon in the mornin’, I kin
tell yer. Ifour’n,
Betsy Hamilton Higgins.
P. S. -They wanted me to be their Agent fur
this settlement, but I haint got no time jess now,
an’ I don’t reckon hit would pay, no how, as the
folks is so down on sich things. But I don’t keer
ef they air, my Pianer is here tu stay, ef the hole
ettiement gits down on me about hit.
DIAGNOSIS FREE.
S END two 2-cent stamps, lock of hair, name ia
full, age and sex, and I will give you a Claib-
voyant Diagnosis Fane. Address J. C. BAT-
DORF, M. D., Principal Magnetic Institute, Jack*
son, Mich. 455 5t