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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MORNING. JANUARY 15,1887
THE CROSS AND RING.
BY MRS. E. WARREN ERDELMYER.
CHAPTER IV.
Estelle was insensible when removed.
The next day was far spent when she had
sufficiently recovered from th^ shock to-n>te
anythin? around her.
A rush of memory brought back the scene
of the lire when she asked incoherent ques
tions. 11 -r aunt could not answer at first. She
could only cry over her, and lament her own
terrible forgetfulness in not unlocking the
door. Had she not almost been the came of
her darling’s death ?
“Aunty, dear, spare yourself this unneces
sary weeping. 1 am safe now,” she said
tremulously; and there was a look of unutter
able grief in her beautiful face as she .added in
a hoarse whisper:
“My preserver—what of ”
Her voice broke.
“He was saved” answered her aunt, who
had cooled down a little.
A brilliant Hush rushed into the pale face,
it died out suddenly as her aunt cou-
|ed :
! leaped, with daring boldness, from the
window. The fall was somewhat broken by
the biave men stretching out arms to receive
him; but he was badly hurt, perhaps mortally.
He was not burned, save his hands, hair and
clothing.”
With a quick in drawing of her lips and a
deadly pallor Estelle seemed to battle with
herself a moment, then she said, with strange
Calmness :
“ yv nere is he ? May I not go to him ?’’
Her aunt looked at her amazed.
“Impossible,” she uttered. He is in good
hands, and will have the best care. Your hi
ther is with him now. That he saved your
life gives him a sacred claim on all of us. Your
father will be first to appreciate the obliga
tions to him, yet would be indignant at the
mere mention of an indiscretion such as you
propose. Indeed I think the young man him
self would refuse to allow you to compromise
yonrsqlf in any such manner. What is he to
you? A stranger.”
‘*.\Iy preserver—ah! What?” said Estelle
under her breath.
“lYu *. The brave man ! We will care for
him as if he were one of us. But your position
t Award him remains the same. A young wo
man cannot be too careful.
For weeks life and death battled fiercely,
but Adalbert’s strong frame bore the shock,
and life won the victory.
During that long illness Estelle's anxiety
was intense.
Daily a little bouquet of rare flowers was
brought to him by her maid. There, were no
written or verbal message with the bouquets.
The flowers asked their own questions in the
sweetest odor of a perfect sympathy.
Estelle’s face wo&ul flush and pale with pain
whenever she remembered who he was, and
how she had lir.st seen him—.1 midnight bur
glar! She shuddered, for she loved him.
His life for months had been good and true.
He had faced death to save her. Her own
rescue from a horr ble fate should blot out that
one mad act. Her love should be the reward
for thu priceless gift—her own life—and also
for the reform in his which she believed would
be abiding. And supreme was the satisfac
tion, the thankfulness, in the thought that nhe
had save 1 him from a fate worse than death.
Adalbert recovered.
Mr. I)*.*Rive owned a large sugar plantation
on the river a few miles below the city. There
was an old, commodious dwelling house with
it’s quaint gable ends—north, south, east and
west: with rambling rooms thronged myste
riouslv one around and about e ich other, and
covered porches and short halls intervening
here and h re in a maze of architecture.
A stranger would be sorely perplexed in
finding a way through this old edifice—old, but
kept in excellent repair, with vines of all varie
ties trained over the piazza, and festomed
everywhere. The chimneys and gables were
matted with the ivy that seemed a century old,
and had made diligent use of time in crawling
to every n >ok and corner of the outside walls
and pillars.
This {ionic was knov
| join him in forcing the adventurer—as they
termed him—into a fight at once.
Haring arranged a plan they sentto the
house for Rosseherne.
When the servant delivered the message Ad-
albeit was with Kstelie.
“Do not go,” she said anxiously.
“1'ard m me; allow me to leave you for a
few minutes to answer the summons?”
“I will not excuse you,” she said sternly.
“I understand what that message implies. Let
Aroiand go to them. ’’
Adalbert set his teetii savagely on his under
lip. Hut in a moment her grieved look ■ ecov-
ered to him self-control, and bowing his head
reverently tie said in a sad, low tone:
“I obey you at whatever cost. ’
“Thank you,” she said softly. “That is true
bravery.”
Her face Hushed and her eyes were lowered
beneath the ardent look in his.
The trio in the ollice became enraged when
the answer—‘that Mr. Rosseben.e was en
gaged and could not wait upon them’—was
delivered. A most insulting note was then
dispatched to Hert, who was quite alone when
lie received it.
Estelie was at the piano; a mirror in front
of her reflected the scene at the window. She
saw tile servant deliver the note and watched
'Bert as lie read it and crushed it in his Hand.
In a moment more tie had escaped through the
windiw, and Estelle went hurriedly in search
of Annand
With anxious alarm she whispered:
“Go to the office quickly. Those boys—
Charley among them—have sent for Mr Rosse-
beme. ”
Annand left the drawing-room in haste. As
they feared, a serious difficulty had occurred.
Annand was too late to stop it. The insults
passed could only be washed out with blood.
I lie next morning the seconds met and ar-
ranged for the duel, whicli hostile meeling Ar-
maiid prevailed on them to postpone until after
the time of their visit to Cocoa Lodge should
expire, and obtained a promise that all would
remain there during these days intervening.
CHAPTER V.
There was a new event that caused a flutter
of excited expectations.
A real live Earl and a veritable Countess had
registered at the Hotel lfoyale in Xew Orleans.
A grand oid white haired nobleman with a
young, m irvelously beautiful bride, was the
description given by the new visitors to Cocoa
Lodge.
Mf. DeRive had been educated in Germany,
and in this Ear] he discovered a college mate
to whom iie had been warmly attacned. Ten
years previously, while Mr. DeRive was abroad,
the friendship of their school days had been
revived.
It was a short drive to the city, and Mr. De
Rive hastened to call on his friend to offer a fit
ting welcome in an urgent invitation to the
Earl and Countess of Lurleigh to visit Cocoa
Lodge, which they gladly accepted, the Earl
being specially desirous to see American coun
try home life.
In honor of their arrival at Cocoa Lodge there
was a grand reception.
The old mansion was a blaze of illumina
tions and gorgeous decorations. The assembly
of youth and beauty, with age and its grand
eurs of perfect serenity in the reflections of the
happiness of the young and blissful memories
of their own by-gone youth—all so alert with
life and movement, so ablaze with color and
richness—a living picture of splendor and fe
licity.
The center figure, the cynosure of ail eyes,
was a life picture of resplendent beauty—a wo
man with a faultless form, arrayed in ail the
maguilicence of jewels and a matchless toilet;
her face, the glory of it is indescribable; the
eyes, deep, dark, unutterable, to make a splen
dor that irradiated the whole and dazzled the
spectat ors.
1 here was a'most a hush in the crowd ns her
feathery footsteps glided through the saloon
and the soft, minor-keyed voice gave utterance
to words or rippling laughter.
The bevy of lovely girls—each with a lover
to smile upon—in short picturesque costumes,
with blue and crimson feathers dancing above
their merry faces, were there to brighten the
scene.
On the return, Mr. DeRive, who had driven
the earl out in an open buggy drawn by a fan
cy horse, said to Bert Rosseherne:
“I wish you would drive Flash back Mr.
Rosseherne; next to Armand you are the best
and mo-t tearless driver. Flasii is ferocious
to day with the crowd of horses and vehicles.
Both the Eari and I are too old and stiff to
risk him when in one of his malicious moods.”
“Do allow me to ride behind him?” said the
Counttss eagerly.
She had come out on horseback and was
now standing near Mr. DeRive, switching her
riding-whip with quick restive snaps,
“Take care, my lady,” said Mr. DeRive.
“Flash will not permit the tiniest whip about
him.’’
“I insist, that you shall not dare such a risk,
my dear,” sa d the Earl in fond reproof.
“Tut! do you know what tiiey will say of
you if you show a faint heart in that prohibi
tion?” and with a merry bewitching glance in
to the old wrinkled face she tapped him, witli
her whip on the hand. “Nothing I love better
than i he excitement of such a mad drive as
this magnificent animal promises. 1 would
not give it up for anything.”
Armand and Estelle were present and si
lently observe! the Countess an i Bert. The
latter had never spoken or raised his eyes.
“Mr. Rosseherne, do you object to my rid
ing witli y m?”
“No, I shall be pleased to have yon go with
me.” There was a meaning emphasis in his
words, not lost on Estelle who with painful
interest listened for the answer.
“That settles the question—1 sha’l certainly
ride with you. So, my lord, move away and
close your eyes if you are too faint hearted to
witness the start.”
There was a quick look of understanling
passed between Bert and the Countess, which
did not escape Es elle’s watchful eyes; and
Armand also noted it.
“Bert,” said Armand, “get in first, while I
hold the bits. 1 will hand Lady Lurleigh in
after j on have the reins safe in hand; anil
advise you not to delay, bu, to start in advance
o! all of us.”
Bert stepped lightly into the buggy and
while stooping to secure the reins Flash reared
frantica ly, wren filing .he bridle bit from Ar
mand, then dashed off at a mad sp-ed.
Only one had seen the cause of Flash’s sud
den bolt. It was Armand. With a horror in
his face he turned full oil the Countess. She
quailed beneath the stern accusation in his
c\es and she knew lie had seen her strike tiie
horse w ith her whip—knew that she had rais
ed up a dangerou i enemy.
Meanwhile, all eves paled with terror in
watching the frantic flight.
A dead silence insued.
Estelle’s ips were blue with anguish, but no
cry escaped them. Her eyes, dilating, were
held in horror by the flying buggy.
Ib*rt Rosseherne, failing to secure the reins,
had fal en forward in the foot of the buggy,
when all, who where watching breathlessly,
thought he had been thrown over beneath the
horse’s feet. But with a marvellous skill and
iron nerve lie had recovered the reins, and
throwing his whole powerful weight and
strength against them, checked the horse with
such sudden force that it threw the animal
back o i ins haunches, crippling one log; then
tin: beast fell forwa d with a fearful lunge and
lay struggling in the tangled h '.mess.
Armand had mounted file first horse and
was flying in pursuit.
In a little while lie was standing with Bert;
and they both went frantically to work to ex
tricate the noble beast from his unfortunate
condition.
In a deep concentrated tone Armand said :
“You have known this countess before She
is a bcauti ul fiend, and means you harm—be
ware Bert!’’
A rush of blood dyed Bert’s face but he an
swered never a word.
Others of the party now joined them and no
more w is said.
The unhappy accident cast a gloom over ali
for the remainder of the drive.
There was an unnatural lustir in the coun
tess’ eyes—a hunted look—and her cheeks
burned with a hectic Hush, when she entered
the drawing-room an hoar after the patty ar
rived In me.
“My love, you sec-m to be feverish,’^ said
tiie IVirl, with affectionate sciicitude, :y i lak-
{erhaiyi hedrew bur *i|hin oneo{ tl:
A NIGHT OF HORROR;
AND
Confession of a Suicide.
By CHANCELLOR W. S. FLEMING,
of Tennessee.
No. 2.
I bad noticed, from the time I entered the
house, the peculiar conduct of Wolf, but
thought it was occasioned by the fearful rag
ing of the st »rm without and around us. Just
here let me say, I have often remarked that
the brute creation are instinctively alive to ail
the unusual and more dreadful phenomena of
nature, and seem to anticipate their approach,
far in advance of h iman prescience. Soon as
the s orrn had somewlia , abated, my attention
was specially directed j.o the maneuvers of
Wolf, who was. manifesting the greatest un
easiness, in fuel I may say, the utmost alarm.
At first, as I have just stated, I imi tgined
Wolfs terror proceeded from the extraordinary
violence of the storm, but when that danger
was past, it next occurred to me Wolf had dis
covered by sense of smell a rattle snake among
the heart i stones or under the loose, rickety
floor; or had snuffed the scent of some prowl
ing wolf. I did not, however, suppose, a wolf
would 1'e out in such a storm, and, if there was
near us ja rattle snake he would have given us
the dea'ih signal before this. It is one of the
redeeiiw^g trails of this deadly enemy of man,
that heW< no’, aggressive, but stands only upon
the deffl sive, and, even then, gives unmistak-
ab!---^^'»iiig^ to beware, his motto being,
f .ngit %e impuneWolf, with his
laised and his tail between his legs,
most piteously, and insisted on
Ij’f near as possible to me. If I got a
VtTrfld lay ids head upon my lap; if I
walked feibout, lie kept as near to me as lie
could g«|t, and would never permit me to get a
itep frown him. I have never observed the like
Onductl in Wolf before, nor have Isince.
He wfs evidently in mortal agony. In look
ing roiJ.d the room by the dim light from the
fire-plaCJ;, I noticed a short, but broad flight
of stair*) or rather plank steps, leading to the
attic oQooft. at the head of which was a trap
door. The trap was closed, by which I mean
the trap-door was down. By some unaccount
able impulse I was led to explore that loft, al
though l felt that J was in a haunted house,
and that I might see or hear something above
by no tijitjjuix calculated to strengthen my fail
ing nerves?^* Blit I had a dog with me, and
anyone knows, who has tried it, that a do:
good company on such occasions. As I
started "up tin* steps Wolf followed close on
my heels until I pushed up the trap door, when
lie set up one long, distressing howl, and hur
ried down the steps to the lower floor. Of
course this caused me to feel exceedingly un
comfortable, perhaps I should say alarmed.
But, having started out to explore the premi
ses, I deter nined to go through with it at all
hazards. The loft was as dark as pitch, ex
cept when it was illumed by an occasional
ll.i-.li of lightning from a distant cloud. I bad
but the one mat h. already used to kindle a
lire, arlu^so I had to feel my way slowly and
cautiously along, not knowing how soon J
might step through a hole in the floor, or tread
upon the unsupported end of some loose plank
and find myself precipitated to the floor be
neath. I am sure I never felt so completely
unnerved anil ready to sink under a sort of «
superstitious fear. While groping about, j
l.'mlly conscious of wl.at I was about a sud- wilh unconscious trick
den flash of lighin.ng revealed, tor only an in
stant, something like a long, staffed sack, sus
pended from a rafter near the center or comb
of the roof. It was but a dim outline of the
object, whatever it was. If it was a sack I
determined to find out, by the touch, what
was in it. Consequently I approach d near
enough to almost touch it, an l concluded to
pause for another gleam <*f lightning, before I
should put my hand upon it—but the lightning
seemed to have died away or disappo red in
the Eastern horizon. Everything Wus still as
deatN -»h*» • ’ s ice, if licit were possible, could
almo — ;ll was hushed as the grave,
excepiging _ ^''.eous whining, or the funeral
how I the Brill below. My heart was in my
tbroa pjuar and feel it beat, as if it
wouii , down. I reached out my
open ew York M- darkness, and laid it flat
what can y in imagine?
SKETCHES FROM LIFE
At Briar-Rose Farm.
NO. I.
“For sale or rent—a small cottage witli a few
acres of land, known as Briar-Rose Farm. Ap
ply imme liately to C. Morton.”
This was the notice that met my eye on un
folding the daily popular little paper that trav
ersed the length and breadth of Poorland Par
ish. Alice and l were sisters, with one small
brother Jerry. We were orphans, and so tired
of lodgings with the same thin k tclien coffee
everyday and the monotonous regularity of
addled eggs and oleomargarine butter.
oh! for one whiff of the sweet country air
with fresh eggs and golden butter! “Briar-
Rose Farm.” What a delicious name—bring
ing with it charming memories of the sleeping
Princess, as well as the ired odor of the blush
ing eglantine whose name it bears.
I was only a poor, drudging school teacher,
whose br.dn had become as well nigh addled as
the boardinghouse eggs forced daily upon our
unwilling palates. Some change of scene I felt
to be necessary, for the mental strain of cudgel
ing into the brains of sundry freckled faced ur
chins that potato is spelled with a p and not a
t, as they stubbornly insisted, was becoming
too great for mental equilibrium.
Alice was a saleswoman in a dry goods store.
“Saleswoman” she at first called herself, and
had a good cry because I insisted that “wo
man” was the proper name, for we had enough
of colored washer-ladies and cook-ladies.
As we were compelled to work for our living,
I saw no use in mincing matters; and in any
case if she were inclined to argue the matter
and go tj the root of it, the word “lady,” de
rived from the olden t'ine, simply meant a
“loaf giver.” This settled the point, and
thereafter Alice acted on 1117 desire and called
the obnoxious name “saleswoman” or “clerk.”
When Jerry returned from school and Alice
from the store I read the advertisement to them
and dilated on the delights of a country resi
dence within walking distance of the city, and
it was unanimously agreed that we would in
vest our lit le capital in Briar-Rose farm.
We all went that evening and took a look at
the place; and though it was in rather a dilapi
dated condition, still, all in all, we were pleased
with it. It was worthy of its dame, for briar-
roses and briars without roses were as thick
on it, as Jerry said, as “hairs on a dog’s
bark.” 0
We called on Mr. C. Morton and found
him quite a gentlemanly personage,
and were much surprised to find that
the farm was for sale so cheap that wa
had or would have a small amount of money
left over.
We agreed to purchase, but Mr. Morton
would not hear of our buying until he had
shown us the great many defects of the place.
Alice jjMighe i merrily as she said it was owing
to pity for our “youth and innocence.”
We were very innocent and ignorant of bus
iness, and as regards our ages we were respec
tively nineteen and twenty-three years, but
though this may have had a slight effect on
Mr. C. Morton, yet I attribute his unbusiness
like bearing to the fa«t that l.c was 11 »t an in
terested party in the transaction. He was only
selling out f r a rich old uncle ai.d then
who could see how bewitching my golden
haired, pink-cheeked Alice, was without being
willing to surrender everything uncondition
ally^ With her stately 1 ir tie airs and graces
f manner C. Morton
was not the first who had succumbed to her
influence.
He insisted on paying for all of the business
papers and he had the well dug deeper, and
various other proofs of interest in his purchas
ers welfare that it were well all other parties in
lik*‘ manner woul 1 emulate.
He asked leave to call and see if we were
comfortably fixed after we had moved and
with hopes we would 31kg the farm, he bowed
courteously and was gone.
(>ne of the first things after our move was to
hunt .and find the means of procuring milk and
butter.
For what was home without a cow? Jerry
who had spent the preceding summer in the
country suggested that we could keep her in
the front garden for the present and let her eat
up all of the briar-roses, .which bade fair to
’ )se us in our c.»t ai ^Asocurolv «« in the
jT/HuMOg
♦A Song of Winter.
Sirica song of Write-.
The ground o'erwheimed with ei
Lots of tia py youths and girls
Ranged in joyous row.
Now the Henson's opened.
Cares to winds are tossed;
Here yon see a pretty sight
To set before Jack Frost.
The folks are on toboggans,
Rushinv down the hill;
Full of buoyant spirits.
Laughing tit to kill.
Alas! for expectation.
The tobog'B off the track;
All along theghieeyel.de
Folks come down— ker-whack!”
Gems for Engagement Rings.
[Boston Globe.]
January, garnet; constancy and fidelity in
preventive against
wisdom and
apt&tcal.
INFORMATION
ri • . worcis or rippling laughter. • the lyiri, with affectionate sciicitude, I lak
11m:, inline was knots •. a; “Coc'is, Lad.w resist tint spl -nditfo , 1 ipg fur hard he drew h.:i- zijhm oui-oj tiie ai
siued tW.ii. rtOie charge t>f f ue mu.''' 4 *!., *-cf &, leaning on Bert RossebemeVs will make/*u ill. I beg vott^o rest yn you
estate Left an orphan he had been reared b> arm, suu passed from the hall into the dancing own room this evening ”
every engagement.
February, amethyst;
violent passions.
March, bloodstone; courage,
firmness in affliction,
April, diamond; denotes faith, innocence and
virginity,
May, emerald; discovers false friends and
insures true love.
June, agate; insures long life, health and
prosperity.
July, ruby; discovers poison and corrects
evils resulting from mistaken friendship.
August, sardonyx; insures conjugal felicity.
September, sapphire; frees from enchant
ment and denotes repentance.
October, opal; denotes hope, and sharpens
the, sight and faith of the possessor.
November, t >paz; fidelity and friendship,
and prevents bad dreams.
December, turquoise; gives success, espec
ially in love.
Too IToung and Too Old.
by* Valter learned.
’j [Century J
When I whb! seventeen I heard
From eacl/i censorious tongue,
‘‘I’d not do it hit if I were you
Yon see you're rather your g.”
S’ow that/1 number forty y-ai
I'm .pinte as offon told
Jf thiWhr that I shouldn't do
Bjcayise I’m quite too old.
Oh, ejarping world! If there's an age
.ere youth arid anhood ktep
pud poise, alas! I must
Ve passed it in ray slei-'p.
She
this season
auffer from
neither
> Headache,
Neuralgia,
Rheu matin m 9
Rains in the
Limbs, Rack and
Sides, Had Jflood 9
fIndigestion,Dyspepsia^
Jttataria,Constipation JiKldneyTroiibies.
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Bad niood and Kidney Troubles, by cleansing the
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—VOLINA CORDIAL CURES SICK-HEADACHE.
Neuralgia, Tains in the Limbs. Bac k and Sides, by
toning the nerves and strengthening the muscles.
-•-VOLINA CORDIAL CORES DYSPEPSIA.
Indigestion and Constipation, by aiding thf
ilating of the Food through the prop?
stomach; it creates a healthy uppeii
-h—VOLINA CORDIAL CURES NERVOUSNESS.
Dpprpfsion Of spirils ami Weakuesa, by euliven-
lu« and tuning tiie system.
—VOLINA CORDIAL CURES OVERWORKED
nml IMirHi- Women, rnnyaml Uii kli- Children.
IUs delightful and nutritious as a general Ionic.
Volina Almanac anil I>i:
for 1XS7. A handsome ratuii
and useful Book lei line how lol l
DISEASES at HOME Ina pleasant, natural way.
Walled on receipt or a 2c. postage stamp. Address
VOLINA DRUG & CHEMICAL CO.
BALTIMORE, MD..U.S.A.
579-1 yr.
r action of the
as Properly Protected.
[St. Paul Globe.]
A pleas:, ilf i icident occurred in a a St. An
thony Hill car the other day. A woman who
woul 1 hot her a pair of hay scales to tell Low
much she /weighed, boarded the car at the cor-
ner of Foiarth and Wabash streets. The seats
were full, fatid the minute her generous figure
showed nat the doorway every man ill the car
became dfceply interested in something that
was or wals not transpiring outside. Tiie wo
man looktfd up one side and down the oilier,
and not observing any signs that a vacancy
" tary
his uncle. He and Kstelie were as brothers
and sist rs. They were devoted to each other.
After the burning of their city residence the
DeKivefamily moved to “Cocoa Lodge.”
A number of gimsts wi r • invited fora week’s
visit to this deti.h'ful country estate. Among
them was Adalbert Rosseherne and iiis friend
Claries Desberne.
Several days passed. Bert bad only seen
tiie fair hostess ill tiie general company of tiie
household. Not once had they been alone to
gether.
Site knew that he avoided a tete a tete with
her and she divined the reason. Did he sus
pect that she knew him to be tiie burglar who
had entered her room that awful night of his
temporary insanity? Site sometimes wondered;
but she thought not, for she had been guarded
against betraying it. Bite believed it was only
his own cons ! nee, newly awakened, tiie
burning shame of tli it deed almost committed,
that kept him aloof from her, and she honored
him tiie more for it.
Her conjectures were right—lie ditl not im
agine that she h id recognized him.
Gently, delicately she tried to woo him to
Iters di, hut in vain. He dared not approach
her; yet, sirs felt his sil silt worship all the
same, and drew fro n it a sense of the sweetest
emotions.
Tiie night of the fire had revealed their love.
Ne'er by the faintest motion or conscious look
had either recurred to that scene—that fare
well embrace, yet it was never for an instant
absent front the mind of either.
Since being guests together at Cocoa Lodge,
Charles Desbera and Bert Rosseherne were
not friends. There had arisen between them
a coolness; a certain defiance marked their
conduct toward eacli other, which had not
been unobserved—both Estelle anil iter cousin
Armand Villerie, it diced this ill-concealed
antagonism. Charley Desbern, desperately
jealous, seemed heir, upon bringing their un
declared war to an open issue.
While out on an excursion Bert’s silent ad
oration of the woman with whom Charley was
also in love, and Estelle's marked kindness to
Bert, inflamed Charley’s jealousy to a degree
tiiat caused him to be openly insultingto Bert.
But with due regard for the presence of ladies
Bert warded off these attacks cleverfy.
Armand and Estelle watched these two with
undisguised anxiety.
Oil i heir return home Armand sought Bert
and saiti:
“My dear fellow, Charier seems determined
to pick a quarrel with you.”
“It looks like it,” he answered with sup
pressed anger.
“There is a little allowance always due to a
jealous man. If you will continue to maintain
the dignity of your conduct toward him it may
come to nothing. He was Estelle’s accepted
lover a year ago and is still madly in love with
her. He has some hope of winning her yet,
whicli any one but himself can see is a most
vain hope. It m ikes a man insane with envy
and jealousy to suspect that he has a success
ful rival.”
Bert was silent with downcast face.
“Take my advice Bert and keep out of his
way. He is the best shot and swordsman in
the State.”
Adalbert straightened himself defiantly and
regarded his friend with indignant reproach.
“I am your friend, Bert, believe me. I would
not advise what I would not do myself—noth
ing in tiie faintest degree unworthy a brave
man. I will stand by you should a difficulty
be inevitable. As yet Charley has no ground
to measure on, I merely want you to avoid hi m
if possible.”
“I will certainly not seek him, and as cer
tainly will not avoid him.”
There was a little cottage of one room situ
ated in a corner of tiie lawn, called the planta
tion “offict.” To this quiet room, Charley
with two boon companions, had retired after
supper to smoke and talk confidentially.
Charley laid before them his grievances
against Bert Hossebtme.
“ The prig! the cad!” he said wrathfully,
“to dare aspire to rivalry with a gentleman in
efforts to win a pure woman—and such a wo
man with her beauty and wealth and aristo
cratic connections as Miss DeRive—Kosse-
berne,” he continued, “is well enough with
men, but he has led an evil life and is no. betr
ter now though he assumes the role of a sud
den and marvellous reform, in order to win an
heiress. As a declared admirer of Miss De
Kive I will thrust the hypocrite out of her so
ciety if I have to do it at the point of the
sword, and the sooner it is accomplished the
better.”
Quite ready and eager for the excitement of
such an affair, the two young men agreed to
room.
“I Iiive not yet seeii this marvel of beauty,”
ho answered.
“True, I missed you. Why did you not
come in earlier?”
“I have been a martyr to the blues.”
“And have been moping alone—-jlc done!
Such a fairy scene, witli entrancing music and
dancing, would have dispelled the evil spirit.
Yet you must have secreted yourself out in tiie
garden not to have seen this famous beauty,
tiie belle Countess, for site lias been displayed
everywhere else. Come, let me introduce you;
site is coming this way now.”
“Alt, how beautiful !’* was exclaimed by two
or three persons, with one voice, near them as
Armand and the Countess approached.
Estelle felt Bert’s arm jerk spasmodically,
lie trembled violently, leaning against her as
if tor support. .
She looked up quickly and started as she
saw tiie deadly pallor of his face and tierce,
hunted look in it is eyes. Her glance turned
swiftly to the Countess, who was now very
close and facing them.
The dark, passionate eyes were lifted slowly,
and a startled, tierce fire shot from them as
they fell on Bert’s face. Even the rouge could
not hide her blanching cheeks.
A cold chill struck Estelle’s heart.
What did it mean? A searching, penetrat
ing look covered hotli these blanched faces,
and then Estelle shivered as if suddenly
touched by an icy wind.
It was but a moment, as a prolonged, con
centrated Hash of lightning folio ived by a burst
of mellow sunlight.
The Countess’ face was again a sunbeam.
Estelle shook perceptibly as site presented
the Countess to Bert; while the Countess, all
smiles, acknowledged the introduction witli
matchless grace and perfect composure.
Bert, still speechless, bowed icily.
Ignoring the stiff reception from him, the
countess said something pleasant and appro
priate, her voice undisturbed by a tremor, it
was like a studied bar of music; each remark
was rounded in fine tone, and fell melodiously
on the ears of her listeners.
While tiie four remained a few minutes to
gether the countess, witli Armand’s help, sus
tained a brief conversation, dashed with
brightness and soft, vibrating laughter to suit
the gay scene.
Estelle, with forced smiles, did contrive to
open her lips in monosyllabic answers and
questions. But Bert remained in a blank slu-
pitied silence.
The countess was claimed by a party witli
whom she was engaged for tiie next dance.
Annand surrendered her to the new claimant
reluctantly, and stepping closer to Estelle,
whispered:
“Isn’t she a glorious crea—”
But he stopped abruptly. He had caught
the fierce, defiant look in tne countess’ eyes as
they met and held Bert’s for an instant while
she was turning away to leave them.
Armand glanced at Bert, and saw a smoth
ered wrath in tiie agitated features, ill conceal
ed—and Armand thought as Estelle had:
“What does it mean?”
“There is something—some seeret between
these two,” and Armand, too, walked away,
troubled with the thought.
And Estelle was thinking:
“In the past he has known and loved this
woman. And she? Ah, perhaps even was—
though she is a married woman—he fills the
spell of her presence; and who can wonder?
CHAPTER VI.
A picnic under green-wood shade—nature’s
own wild, gorgeous garden in midspring.
What could be more entertaining? The flood
gates of jiy and merriment let loose, careering
in capricious delight.
Carriages and open buggies dashed along the
smooth bayou road, and all at once the view of
the bay, flooded with sunshine, burst upon
happy expectant eyes.
Tiie glittering sheet of broadening water bor
rowed the azure tints from tiie gulf, whose
great, briny tears swept through it, as though
thirstily, reaching through every outlet in
search of fresh water to still its feverish,
moaning calls for comfort.
The glowing sunshine caught the tawny sails
of the fishing boats far away, and burnishing
ail space between, till the scene seemed to be
an endless mantle, made of gold and fleecy fa
brics.
The woodland bordering the bay was weight
ed down with glittering burdens, its tassels
and fringes all jewel-set in the same diamond
son rays.
Not a mossy dell or ferny covert but listened
that day to the prattle of Hippy lovers.
“Oh, no; I am quite well; only I h ive not
recovered from tiie flight.”
“It was a shock to you—greater because of
your narrow escape. A moment more and
my precious wife would have been iu that bug
gy; 1 shudder now to think of it.”
“You dear foolislt old darling!" and she kiss
ed him fervidly, “Your love for me makes
me inexpressibly happy. But you must hu
mor me, my love. There is to be a garden
concert in tiie grounds to-night, and a charm
ing little select dance later iu the evening.
You know I dearly love to dance, and I am s)
fond of out-door music,” with a fascinating
sinile site kisse i him again.
Turning iter face she made a sly grimace as
he said :
“You beautiful tiling!”
It was a few minutes afterwards that Lady
Lurleigh saw Bert Kossenberne enter and go
alone into the embrasure of the large bay win
dow. The Earl had seated himself on a sofa
beside Mr. DeRive.
After watching them a few minutes the
countess, while moving gracefully about tiie
room, stopping carelessly in front of the win
dow embrasure; then noiselessly site approach
ed Bert Rossenberne and said in a soft low
tone:
“At last, Bert, I set you alone.”
With a supreme disdain he met her search
ing look which only partially concealed her
dread of him.
“You have dared—” lie spoke tinier his
breath—hut tiie tone though low was pent:trat
ing.
“Silence!” She inturrupted, in a tense un
der tone of autaoritative emphasis.
Armand Villerie was beneath the window.
He heard these two sentences but generously
walked away to avoid listening further.
“As I suspected,” Armand muttered, “they
have been lovers and now she fears him.”
“You would ruin me, Adalbert?” she said.
A triumph flashed in his eyes, he smiled
mercilessly.
She saw that her power over him was irre
trievably gone.
The handsome face had changed since she
saw it last. In it there was a new light of re
covered integrity, of purer feelings.
He looked down upon her loftily.
The haughty triumphant eyes and crushing
smile told her that never again could she bring
him, as she had vainly hoped, under the spell
of her witchery.
“Contrive an opportunity, I must speak with
you alone,” she said.
“Your ingenuity surpasses mine, make the
opportunity yourself.”
“ Very well; meet me at the river side during
the garden concert about ten to-night.”
“It will be difficult.”
“Not to you; and I will surmount the obita-
e'es in my way. I never yet have found any
thing too difficult for me.” And she looked
at him defiantly.
“No; his satanic majesty himself would not
be too difficult; you would thwart him and a
legion of his emisaries; and the best of God’s
people are not safe from your sorceries. I
will meet you at ten.”
In scornful triumph she smiled; then with, a
manacing look she added:
“I shall expect you; a little beyond the
clump of willows await me!” And moving
away from him slie gritted her teeth fiercely,
muttering inwardly.
“You shall turner more defy me with such
lordly looks and condemning smiles of triumph.
He shall not reach me here. Heavens! om of us
shall die first.”
[to bf. continued.]
An Unjust Suspicion.
[Texas Siftings.]
There was a ball given at the Clamwhopper
mansion on Fifth avenue, New York, in honor
of Count de Vermicelli. Gus Snoberly, who is
engaged to Miss Maud Clamwhopper, was also
present, and it did not escape his attention
that Maud never took her eyes off the Count.
As soon as Gus got an opportunity he said:
“You seem to be dead gone on that Italion
monkey.”
“Oh, Gus, how you misjudge me. My heart
beats for you alone.”
“That’s too thin,” replied Gus, with a bitter
smile, “if I’m your huckleberry, why can’t
you look at me occasionally?”
“I’m afraid if I did look at you for a minute
the Count would take advantage of the oppor
tunity to steal some of the ulverware. The
last one went off with three of the spoons, and
ma aoolded me I9t not keeping my eye on
ether dowihe steps. Forgetting gun and
shot-pouch, It. the brace from the door and
dashed out iullie darkness. The storm had
passed away—le wind had lulled and the rain
had ceased, eept to patter from leaf to leaf,
in drops, iqa the trees. I felt relieved.
I breathed asier. I thought, anywhere
for uie, bi ill that horrible house.
We uotv mle a hasty retreat towards
the camp, ai bad not proceeded far, before
tiie moon in i last quarter, peered out from
tiie receding owl-banks in the East, and en
abled us to tivel more securely and with ac
celerated speL When I readied the cauip it
was just one ’cli.'.k in the morning. My com
panions wer anused upon my return and
amazed it tin reeal of my adventure.
Early nex. inrni.ig we all made haste to
reach tie oil base. One of our company,
meanline, rode " to the nearest neighbor we
knew ofto give th alarm and spread the news,
while tie rest t us pursued our way. Be
fore, however, werrived at tiie fatal spot, we
passed across tl track of the tornado and
paused :o view thdvork of devastation it had
wrought It was ni above four hundred yards
in widtl, but witli. that limit the storm had
swept iway everhing, cutting as clear and
well-delned a swa. as though made by some
giant aim with a cTespondiiiglygiantscythe.
When we reaciit the old house everything
was found just i I had stated. It was no
dream—it was notney sketch conjured up
and colored by an pagination wrought up by
the tenors of the srin to too high a pitch—it
was a .ad reality, lie morning was clear and
much cooler *U the storm of the previous
right, ani it' w; thought advisable to take
down the dead hot and lay it in the yard
upon a plank or ion the green grass. But
some one suggestethe propriety of an inquest
before we should inrfere witli it.
By noon a conserable number of the na
tives had heard le news and congregated
about the place, .oong them was a magis
trate of the distri itwho extemporized, so to
speak, a jury and ted himself as coroner. In
a few minutes a rdict was returned to the
effect that the deiised came to his deatli by
his own hands, by ringing. The hotly was
then taken down borne into the yard and
placed upon the gra sward. Some of those
present recognized® deceased. They said he
had for some time ft lived aboat from house
to bouse uutil a sift time before this, when
he disappeared amt) one knew what had be
come of him. By me, he was believed to be
a “crank" or insan or mentally affected in
some strange uiaier. Yet lie was entirely
harmless, converst well, the best informed
man in the countrybuc he often wandered
about in a sort of reamy condition, and at
times seemed weied down by some unac-
conntahle depressinhaugbt.
The place at whit we were now assembled
bad belonged to hiiand so far as was known
or believed, was ill his at the time of his
death.
[to BBOXT1NUED.]
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cap i till
habited by savages.” Jerry and I sallied forth
joyously in quest of the gentle crown-eyed
cow of our dreams
Comfort Marshall.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Paradoxes.
It is difficult to believe that the biography of
I)r. Johnson was written-by a gossiping, liter
ary bore.
That Cowley, who boasts with so much gay-
ety of the versatility of his passion amongst so
many sweethearts, wanted the confidence even
to address one.
That the thoughtful, cast iron essays of John
Foster were originally written as love epistles
to the lady who became his wife.
That Byron would never help any one to
salt at the table, nor be helped himself.
That the ode ta temperance, “The Old
Oaken Bucket,” was written by a journeyman
printer under the inspiration of brandy.
That so many of the exquisite letters of Lady
Montague were destroyed by her mother, who
“did not approve that she should disgrace her
family by adding to it literary honors.
That Luther, the greatest of reformers, and
Baxter, the greatest of the Puritans, and Wes
ley, the greatest religious leader of his century,
believed in witchcraft.
That Schiller wrote his William Tell without
ever having seen the glories of Lake Lucerne.
That Scott never saw “Fair Melrose” by
moonlight. (The truth was Scott would not
go there for fear of bogies.)
That Napoleon, with a million armed men
under his command, sat down in rage and af
fright to order Fouc’ie to send a little woman
over the frontiers, lest she should say some
thing about him to be laughed at in the draw
ing rooms of Paris.
That Lafontaine who, in his Fables, makes
animals, trees and stones talk, “was in his
conversation proverbially dull and stupid.”
That Socrates learned music and Plutarch
Latin after they were 70 years old.
That Baxter, the autl^or of one hundred and
sixty-eight works upon theology, wrote at the
end of his life, “I see that good men are not
so good as I once thought they were, and I
find that few are so bad as malidous enemies
or censorious professors do imagme.”
Agricultural lucation for Girls.
IVe would educatlie girls in such a way
that they can step Yond the walls of their
homes and make emselves useful. They
should be made fausr with horticulture in
all its aepartments; e keeping can be made
very profitable; the re and rearing of poultry
are within their scoj, besides, a score or more
of other useful accoplishments, by which a
woman educated—pstically educated—in ail
these things, can eaienough to hire all the
help she needs, botUdoors and out, and often
bring still more to tliamily treasury than her
husband can from I farm, besides the com
forts and luxuries thi obtained from her en
terprises; and what bf vastly more value to
her and her houseid, she will get the sun
shine and open air, jain perfect health and
reason, live a long fl useful life, rear her
family in comfort, no, and the world, will
rise up and call her essed. Does this seem
like an idle dream? hose who are interested
in the coining genentns of women who will
live upon the term, d leave no more enduring
monument to their imories than a school
well established tor t r education in all those
things that will mak< omen aomething more
than mere drudges machines—make them
nobis, useful womi in the highest, truest
Peace of Mind.
Sir Walter Raleigh said, when some of his
friends lamented his confinement under sen
tence of death, which he knew not how soon
lie might suffer, “that the world itself was
only a large prison, out of whicli some were
every day selected for execution.”
Says Bultver: “I Ruspect that every man of
the world, who, at tiie age of 40, looks from
the windows of his club oil the every-day mor
tals whom Fourier has hitherto failed to re
form, has convinced him that, considering all
the mistakes in our education and rearing—all
the temptations to which fiesh and blood are
exposed—a l the tii ils which poverty indicts
—all the seductions which wealth whispers to
the rich—men, on the whole, are rather good
than otherwise, and women, on the whole are
rather better than men.”
Name this
jrnrtHr.
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) South Broad Street, Atlanta, Ga
“Mawdam, ahlow me tab offah yeow mail
seat. Pm afraid thawt stove is uncomfortably
warm.”
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thing,” she said, hitching herself a little further
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01
The Day After Christmas.
BY' FRANK CECIL LOCKWOOD.
[Editor Sunday Mercury:—The “Night
Before Christmas” has had a pretty good run,
but 1 modestly think the “Day After Christ
mas” may satisfy a “long felt want.”
F. C. L.]
’Twa« the day after Christ sas, and all through the
fiat
Not a creature wv st : rring, not even the cat;
For the fuse and the feast of the previous day
Had driven all notions of waking away.
But 1 went, a la Santa < laus, down through the flue,
And oh! what a sight was presented to view!
The legs of the donkey w-re strewn on the floor.
And cranberry sassorna rented the door.
The dear little horsey was minus a tail.
And dolly the loss of an arm could bewail.
Had a cyclone b*en there with its withering touch.
Transforming the room to a ruin? No L much.
The baby's weefqoties had trampled their best.
And baby’s deft Angers had u ana wed the rest.
And even had tried, with a villainous hook.
To destroy ati alleged indostruc ible book.
Bu - although t'-hris mas con es everlastingly high,
fcat, drink and be glad and to-morrow you’ll lie
In bed all the day w th a pain in your head.
The result of your Christmas so merry. Nuf ced.
New York, Dec. 2:7, 188fi.
Who Moses Was.
[St. Paul Herald.]
It is very common now in the primary
schools for teachers to entertain their little
scholars with stories.
A few days ago one of the teachers in a
school not far from. St. Paul was telling the
children about Pharaoh’s daughter finding the
babe in the bulrushes.
“Now children,” said she, “how many of
you know anything about Moses?”
Only one hand went up.
“That’s right, Jimmie, I’m glad to see
there’s one in the school who has heard of him
before. Now, who was Moses?”
“lie’s the feller wot they wanted to know
where he was when the light went out,” ex
claimed .jimmie with great gusto.
That ended the Bible lesson for the day.
'Progressive Courtship.
She—What is progressive euchre, John?
He—I’m sure I don’t know. The thing I’m
most interested in just now is progressive
courtship.
She—Oh! what is that?
He—Well, for a little while after he begins to
pay his addresses to her he simply shakes
hands with her when they are parting at night,
as I have been doing for the last two months.
Then he becomes a little bolder, and some
night as he is leaving her he puts his arm
around her waist, like this, and kisses her as I
do now. There.
She (blushing)—And the next thing, I sup
pose, he proposes.
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celebrated remedy for the cure of catarrh, hay
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any reputable druggist and may be relied upon
as a safe and pleasant remedy for the above
complaints and will give immediate relief. It
is not a liquid, snuff or powder, has no offen
sive odor and can be used at any time with
good results, as thousands can testify, among
them some of the attaches of this office.— Spir
it of the Times, May 29,1886.
Epitaph on a temperance lecturer:
A notf*d tempemneo man lies here.
The green turf o’er hie head.
No man ere eaw him on his bier
Till after he wa* dead.
Boarding-House Grammar.
[Cleveland Sun.]
The ni3B new dairy butter, direct from the
creamery, which the landlady had told them
about, was on the table, and Chumpley tried
it. Then he peered under the plate and all
about it for a moment or two.
“My Chumpley,” said the landlady, very
severely, “will you please parse the butter this
way?”
“I should prefer,” answered Chumpley, in
his meekest tones, “to decline it in my own
way.”
All through life
Yon’ll find this role,
Woman’s a kicker,
So’s a mn e.
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Made to Order.
A certain editor of a weekly newspaper made
a practice of “stopping the press to announce,”
if he had nothing more important to announce
than a dog fight. One week everything was as
dull as a patent office report, but the ruling
passion cropped out as follows:
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ing has occurred since we went to press of suf
ficient interest to induce us to stop the press to
announce it.”
There She Had Him.
He hadn’t qnite come np to her standard and
she refused his escort to the picnic. He said:
" Why, you’re as full of airs as a hand-organ
to-day.
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I don’t go with a crank.”
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