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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, Ga„ 8ATURDAY MORNING, MARCH 19,1887. 3 THE CROSS AND RING. BY MRS. E. WARREN ERDELMYER. CHAPTER XXIX. They Bopped at a wayside inn. Two miles distal t, hidden in a mossy swa-np then Hood an old brick house, one half of it was two stories and seemed to rise up out of the water. The walls of this half appeared to he boilt on the surface of a murky, greenish bayou. fbey drove cautiously around, through an open wood, as near to the rear buildings as pos sible without attracting attention from the “Mr Briggs," said Estelle. “I *o!d you that I had you come with me to help to inves Ogata the fate of a dear cousin who disappear- <-<1 several years ago. We know that the wo man, whom I believe to possess the secret of his fate, owns that building, and leaves it in the keeping of two creatures described to us as wretched sinners. That in itself is enough to -noose suspicion of concealment, whir h to me means treachery. When my cousin disap peared from our midst it was believed that, he eloped with this woman, another man’s wife. Hence, there never was an investigation furth er than to ascertain beyond a doubt that they had gone off together. A long 'fine after, when loo late, as I thought, to discover any trace of him I had reason to believe that he never went away with her voluntarily. Then I feared he was dead—that through foul means he had lost his life. Now I feel almost sure that he lives and is in that old house. Why that woman •mould keep him buried alive there i cannot tell, but believe it to be a diabolical revenge. For what I doLt know. But an inner voice iu ^ > o „ vuiii aii-i wlll „ <vu lells me that by an accidental discovery he held : s haggy beard streaked with grey, so startled her in his power, lie was noble and true, a Egtelig that she almost cried out in her dis- nan of the nicest conception of honor atd the j tress. responsibility of duty to others. No doubt he “Begone, woman! Why torture ine with lared to thwart her—thus earning her hatred, i lies'” he said savagely. To such creatures joy lies in revenge. 1 think Briggs showed himself. Armand stared at t advisable to act uprni the evidence through j hlm an( i trembled. He staggered forward and -he strange monition to me, no matter whctta- j clutched the iron bars with his long, white, er you have faith in it or not." | hnnv Annum. he “He isn’t ill. lie is a little strange, not mad. That was a story, a put up job. You promised 1 shouldn't be accountable. I htve been his keeper for the sake of the money. I’m awful poor.’’ And she whimpered disgustingly, cring- lhgly. “I,ead the way, woman,’’ aaid Briggs author itatively.- “We have no time for a scene.’’ There were two door* to that room. The inner one waa of iron ban. The woman un locked the oHter door, then paused. “Go in first aud prepare him for our recep tion,” said Estelle to the woman. “He ia violent toward me. I dare not go in. I*o you not see that he stands before the win dow unmoved' Even the sound of the noisy bolt does nM attract bis attention. He is al ways that way. I have to put his food through the grating and leave it there for him. I dare not open that door now, he’d kill me, weak as he is." There was then a plate of meat and bread, and a pitcher of water standing, where she had slipped them through the bars on the floor. “Speak to him while we remain concealed until you can explain that we are friends who have come to hi* rescue.” “What use, he’ll not believe me?” But she did call him, telling him of the vis itors, while they stood behind the outer door. Hu turned and glared at-the woman. CHAPTER XXX. It was Armand Yeilars. The pitiful change in that face, so thin and white, with its ong Speak quick, man," ! bony lingers. “We will do it 1 am at your command. “Friend or fi “We have reason to believe," continued Kb- : huskily, telle, ’’that that person, that unhappy woman j “Friend,” answered Briggs, showing the s not in the neighborhood now. I.et us go to I po^ trembling, outraged man, his badge of uat house at once and boldly accuse the 0 ffj ( ;e. wretcies in charge, and by intimidatioa or! Annand shook so terribly his knees knocked bribery extort a confession of their guilt and againgt the bars. iberate my relative immediately.” I Gently and slowly Briggs explained that he “Allow me to advise a little more caution r hail come to liberate him. Then carefully pre- ban to go there too hastily. I will endearor j p am ) him to see his cousin, who was waiting to discover something definite between now j outside for his reception, and night fall.” .... I Estelle was soon clasped in his arms. She “Very well. Wc will wait until night—not | wait weeping silently. To spare him she con- ater,” said Estelle, and they returned at once j t ro l ed her emotion. to the tavern. He sat down on the bed side with Estelle be- Mr. Briggs reconnciterei the neighborhood side him. He grew calmer and strength came and by srillful questioning learned that only I w him to sjs-ak quietly. •.wo people were known to reside in the old house on the bayou. But. that rumor said here was a poor unfortunate routined in the room overlooking the bayou who was said to be mad, that his family kept hnn there because it was pleasanter for him than it could be in a -u ilic asylum. Meantime Estelle and Mr. Orcynard were vatching the road from the tavern window, i he small trees close to the front piazaa pre vented any passers from seeing them ilistinct- y enough to recognize them. After they had been seated there half an hour an open carriage passed by at a slow pace. It contained three people—Coralie Bruyerre, Adalbert Rosseberne and another man un known to either Estelle or Creynard The old woman, to complete her work of surrender had slipped out to release Adalbert. He had been decoyed into an attic room over the front building where he had been locked up that afternoon. To his visitors Annand narrated his story from the time of his discovery of the suppos ed murderer of Adalbert Rosseberne, to his own incarceration in that dungeon three years before. Estelle seemed turned to stone as she lis tened. Armand had seen Bert in the garden at Co coa Lodge with the so-called Countess, had aotu lily heard them together plot the robbery of the Earl’s money belt, had afterward met Bert himself in the ‘English Turn’—where they had struggled for the iife, one of the other, Creynard clutched Estelle’s arm and pointed j 8lruCR ied almost unto death, to Bert. _ ~ — ‘ .... She leaned back against the window-sill, pale and faint. Her heart lifted a quick, si- ent prayer to God for strength to be true to her promise— to trust him still. And then a sudden re relation came to her ;i* if in speedy answer to her prayer—that Bert might be on the Baine errand as herself— to liberate Armand. It was scarcely an hour later when the car riage passed back, driving rapidly. There were but two in i:—Bert had been left behind. “Ha!” exclaimed Creynard. “He has re- Ah, God! bow could she keep that promise to never doubt him again, to believe in him always. During the long spell of brain fever, which had been the result of that roads de duel, Ar mand had been smuggled away, and all these vears they had kept his very existence a se cret. And all to satisfy the revenge of one woman—who had visited him from time to time to mock him and to gloat over her triumph over him. Beside?, this old building had been retained, by the adventurers as a place of meeting, and naiued behind to play jailer for awhile. •!'» hiding place when needed. In the city near object to extort money from your cousin by ; bj . t | 10 y i, a d for a year or two kept a gambling false promises of liberation.” house. “That is impossible. Armand is not rich in ■ un., rt is a „i ave l0 that woman.” Armand riclt- jj-'-i ”• ri !■• ...-i-s -i “ , -gj,,; in conclusion, “through an unholly pas- sion.” lie was a party in my abduction and vile imprisonment: but the base coward! lie lias never dared show himself since that moon light battle in ‘ The English Turn.” Absorbed in A rmand’s story, none of them had noticed the re-entrance of the. woman, fol lowed bv a man. As the story ended they looked up simulta neously and found Adalbert Bosseberne stand ing before them, with a white suffering face. Estelle covered her face with a groan of really cued for any one It was myself—and I loved her as well as my .nature could love any one. We never loved as some people believe in it, hence it was not strong against base passions. We loved money—for that, we con ceived the wicked plan of making her beauty and arts the means of gaining money. Through it, in ail games of chante. ronberies, etc , we commanded heavy gains. There were other victims before Rosseberne; but he was the most profitable. It was necessary to deceive him by a false marriage. From the first it was our game to rob the bank. He was an unconscious tool. We had drugged him, too, too heavily. His life came new being the for feit. That letter Coralie left for. him at Ham burg was worded in a May that if it should fall into other hands-on which we calculated—it would answer as a blind in misleading the police. That proved to be unnecessary, for the plot was so handsomely conceived and carried into effect that the cashier became the victim, with' the firm belief that Bert was the criminal.” > • “Coralie had a faithful accomplice in Paris for the purpose of misleading Adalbert she aid be get well and return to that city, which he did. But it was so long afterwards that the excitement of the bank robbery, conviction and imprisonment of the cashier, bad died oui and people no longer talked of it—so Bert heard nothing. The party entrusted with the role to deceive him fonnd it easy to make him believe that Creynard had died suddenly, and had left for him that pe culiar ring as a keep-sake, which the pwty, by Coralie's order, delivered to h : m. I had taken that rin • from the cashier the night of the robbery, thinking it might be of use from its peculiar character. My figure, carriage and voice were so like Rosseberne’s that it was an easy matter to represent him. Indeed, without intending it, I was constantly taken for him. Coralie always said that with a half wire mask she. herself, could be deceived; that in the partial disguise of the upper half of my face I was Bert himself. You see how like are my voice, figure and general appearance since it thoroughly deceived bolh Creyuard and Vil- lars. They would have sw irn in a court of jus'ice that I was Rosseberne himself.” “I am exhausted now—and dying fast—for give me if you can—all of you. And may God pity us both.” “Tell me one thing,” said Annand to Cora- lio “Why, knowing that Bert was not your husband, did you attempt to murder him? Why were yon afraid of him if you could prove to him that you were not his wedded wife?” ‘To prove that it would have been necessa ry to confess t> Bert that I was Gustave’s law ful w ife, not the Earl's. If I could have made him believe that Gus'ave had died before I became the Earl’s wife I might have pursued that course. Bert knew loo much about me to live. I knew he would not spare me. And I would not spare him. In the wild passion of fear, in the dread peril of those days at Cocoa Lodge I determined t* kill Bert. I really believed then that Gustave also was' dead. I had played him false, had hired an assassin to put him out of my way, that 1 might marry the Earl. Ah, that was the one thing in all my wicked career that reaily hurt me. I regretted it bitterly—for I did care more for my old comrade than for any other being in the world. Gustave suddenly ap peared to me in the garden at Cocoa Lodge. He had escaped my instrument—the assassin —no matter now telling bow. lie came to me just in time to give me his ever ready and bold help; for my big game was loaf. I re joiced in having Gustave hack again, alive and true to me.” During the recital of this history Estelle had crept close to Bert. With one deep, soulful look into each oth er’s eyes they had clast>ed hands and whis pered: “My own, own wife.” “My own darling husband—forgive, tor my heart bled in a new doubt.” Armand silently grasped Bert’s hand, and the close manly pressure spoke the restitution of the old trust and friendship. Creynard fell on Bert’s neck and wept. Gustave and Coralie lived several days. They were buried the same da}’. Adalbert Bosseberne and Estelle’s re union and return to their darling boy in a proud joy was a liappisess indescribable. Into that happy home Armand V illars was received and lived a happy life, in a lifelong devotion to Estelle's chil Iren and beloved by all. the i:m>. *pfl A Nb ff.if: Dear Mother Hubbard: long enough to suit you? of you who have inquired after me, privately. Let me assure you that I appreciate, and am happy in, vour encouragement and commen dations. More will be said to you in personal, private letters when I can tind time to reply to you. Have any of you read that Russian novel “A Vital Question?” Some one advised me against it, calling it immoral. I have read half ol it, and have yet to find its Immorality. True we do have an account, in its first pazes, of a kind and generous and heroic act of friendship —a saving act of friendship, in fact, performed by a fallen woman to the advantage and for the sake of the heroine. Hut, at the worst, where is the harm here? It is the misfortune of our “advanced ideas and education” that there is hardly a sixteen year old girl among us ignorant of the existence of this class of be ings; and if artistic justice boldly handles them as human beings with human impulses, and a human hatred of what they are, who shall com mand silence? And yet the book is one against whica 1 would beg mothers to be ou their guard. And therefore I have c&lled attention to it. Mothers of die Household, forbid this, and all books of this stamp, to yon r daughters. You cannot be too inflexible here. On this point intolerance is not only permissible, but sincerely to be desired. It is time that the pendulum begin to swing the other way. No one prizes tin liberty of the press more than I do. And yet when I see what floods of literature (?) are poured over our children I am alui«»strsdriven to the point of wishing for a General Inspector of books. What we read must surely effect what we think. Some one said once, “If you drink beer, you will write beer.” This is no truer than “If you read mud, you will think mud. Contamination is a fearful thing. I said to a friend yesterday: “When I look at my boy, when I see far down into his open, honest eyes,—when 1 catch a view of that white, un stained soul, and then think of all that is ahead of him I feel that I'd be so glad if 1 could only build a wall around him, a high, impenetrable wal). And when I look into my little girl’s exquisite face, I think “Oh, if the wail couid only reach as high as ^ heaven, and could only shut them in forever!” And containina'ion is such a subtle thing. There is nothing to compare it to, unless it is that unseen, impalpable sootiness of the air of which yon are not aware till you discover that your cuffs need changing! You don’t know how,—you don't know when, you don’t know by whom,, but, some how or other you wake up some tine morning to the fact that God an i religion and duty and spiritual laws, and purity are names to you; they were things. You were not aware that they could lose their entity, until you began to inquire whether or not the entity was ever there? Is not that true?* Buckle says, to doubt is the. first step towards civilization. There was a iime when I believed him. Liiank God, I don’t now. And yet, who of us can forget that we did ouce so believe? And who of us can even quite'’emerge frowmhe shadow of that belief. I tell you the iMot inexorable thing on earth is loyU\ the logic. Jo'ife. Therefore,—and wherefore** J o' somet imes fuel that I am almost a mon^flv'C on some Have I been silent } occasional letter, but. do let us eschew the Let me thank those _ Ukii.k. Woman Suffrage problem. Carrollton, Ga. Tne detective entered. “Now is as good time as any,” he said. 1 he sun is down. It will l>e near dark when we reach there. I have a key that will unlock :!io gate, and I think we will find the door to Ihe part of the building the old hag occupies :nfastened. To knock would but give them warning, and time to prepare to meet us. Ii is much the best to surprise such game.” Arriving at the place Briggs quietly unlock ed the gate. , . They crent stealthily through the yard ana ■ s fi ar pest pathos, approached* the one room which was lighted, j Armand started to his feet, and Creynard All the rest of the building was in utter dark- , gprang forward. ne*s. The door was not fastened, it even j “Villain! wretch!” “Ingrate! monst-r!” These words burst from the lips of both the stood ajar. . , , By a motion from the detective Kstelle and Creynard paused outside. A lamp burned dimly on a table in the cen ter of the room. Seated beside this table was the miserable-looking, deformed creature. i!is face wore a cunning expression. A glass pitcher containing beer, with a mug lieside it, were before him. He sipped the beer and puffed volumes of smoke from * n j heard?” old dirty clay pipe. As he removed the • “Liar!” said Armand, exasperated, My crooked cane stem to lift the beer-mug to his j own eyes and ears deceive not. Words from lips bis old withered hand shook as with j y 0U would be vain.” *vilsy Hurried footsteps were heard on the stairs. : His wife, a hideous old hag, sat in the cbim- i “Wretch!” screamed out Coralie, to the old tiey corner, looking intently at the bla/.ing fag- | as she rushed in, followed by a man. 'Ot« she had just thrown on the lire. A smile “Something warned me of your infamous T,f extreme satisfaction parted her broad red j treachery and we turned back to trap you—. enraged men at once. Estelld caught Armand by the arm and held Creynard back with her commanding eyes and awfully white face. “Let me deal with him,” she said with the dignity of an outraged queen. My God! Will you condemn mo un- \ more repulsive face cannot be imagined. Neither of them had spoken % word while the three watchers at the door had been regarding them. . % f Without the ceremony of rapping, Mr. l’.riggs entered the room, followed by Estelle and Creynard. , The clay pipe fell from the shaking hands, and shattered a* it struck tin; floor. The woman started to her feet in alarm, in ■■ second she had mastered her fear, and in an angry voice demanded their meaning in thus forcing an entrance into her house. In a few curt words Mr. Briggs explained their business. . , . . . . Vt first she stood aghast, then glared at him K^V^baihaihai Do I look like a filer? The old house might pass for a jail, it's gloomy enough. But my friend, you are the wrong track. The gentleman who was .-ft here this afternoon is a guest not a pris oner. Ha! ha! that’s a good joke ou lnm, '"“lie is not the party-” commenced Briggs. •Where is he? He is my party, though, in UI KgteUe iooketfarounil with a shudder, as t hough expecting the entrance of Bert. “I guess he is in his room.” said the woman. I will go to call him if you want to see him The hunchback tucked his head to one side -oh a leer in his face and said: “’Taint no use. He went to t ic bayou to i ike a swim. You’ll uot find him in his room. The woman gave her husband a quick com mendatory look for Mb clever answer, for Mr. ”,ri»es had made a move to follow her out m iea£h of the gentleman; and this respite, •H^d through the hunchback's ingenious help, 'aveher time to consider her next move. ■■ “He is not the man we want, said Bnggs. “There is a person confined in the room above. p°° r -miitv I can’t let you visit him. He s dreadful had *and my orders are strict to let no one go ^fto see him- I’oor soul! He is a prisoner, ; Tut that’s bound to bc-better here than "“stMte tum£l her great brown eyes search- ingiyun the woman’s face and commanded a look from the old wre eh. Whose orders do you refuse to al ow b J& seeany one?” she asked in a clear, firm vo 5Sa- own family. The lady who was here ■ day is bis sister. She does not want to put ^ an asylum—poor dear, she's so fond of "m m She^ceep-s up this place only for his ben- ‘lB' tQ S g i '“‘ iT » honle an ? attentions that ‘a «* -sKj; 1 2 ssJ5W“S»si' u,, -^you shall not be molested but rewarded ‘"^ri^rucKeTLnsignificantiy, at Uie sanf^time displaying a badge which the ^mThShim him?” asked Kstelle. Cf'i' ■/ Suddenly she halted, tur ing ghastly white. The party was larger than they expected and both she and the man with her recognized Briggs, the detective. “Dost!” gasped the man through white lips. “Then die game!” shouted Coralie, cocking a pistol while the man did the same. Tlit old woman struck the man’s arm, and in the sudden diversion of the revolver it was discharged and the ball entered Coralie’s breast. “Idiot! Blunderer!” she cried out, ’iou have killed me.” She staggered, but enraged she tired her own pistol at her accomplice. “Take that! You shall die with me.” The man threw up his arms with a wild cry and fell forward on the floor. Coralie held her hand to the mortal wound in her breast, and on her knees leaned heavily against the wall. '1’lie man raised himself on one arm. “Stop this blood while 1 tell you.” he gasp ed, and his head fell to the floor again. Briggs lifted him up, holdiug his head in his lap, while the old woman stanched the blood. “What is it you want to say, asked Briggs. Estelle in pity was pressing a to we' to the bleeding wound ill Coralie’s bosom. “Coralie?” said the man. faintly. “Yes,” she answered ill misery. “We have killed each other. My God! it is a just retribution that wc should meet our deUh in this way. We have lived an awful life together and will die an awful death to gether. Let us leave one good mark behind us —one good deed.” “Be quick, then.’- she whispered hoarsely. “You will join me revealing all the truth, to clear him!” “Adalbert Rosseberne, you have been an unhappy victim. G id have mercy! Rut it’s too late for that now.” “Go on—be quick!” gasped the dying wo man. “Armand Villars was a victim to her rc- vmge alone, lie is free now and needs no words from us But you, Rosseberne, we can clear of the foul charges against you. She de coyed you here by holding out ingenuously the hope that you would see Villars ami have an opportunity of befriending him. For which purpose she confessed to you her cruel revenge on him and that be was here, alive. She knew that after securing you in a like prison your knowledge of the secret would not endanger her nor benefit him. But for this timely discov ery you would have shared the fate of Villars. Cota ie had seen you with that lady there, your wi(p, and at the same time she had also seen Creynard in the crowd. She feared to leave you free to meet him.” He paused, exhausted. “Be quick!’’ repeated Coralie. “I cannot last long. Forgive me, Bert, Kstell*, forgive a dying sinner. Kstelle, you are Bert’s lawful wife. I never was.” “She speaks the truth. I am Gustave Du rand. 1 was lawfully married to Coralie Bruyerre fi re years before she ever saw Adal bert Rosseberne. The cer ificate of our mar riage is here in my breast pocket I always carried it to hold over her whei she tried to play me false. And yet I believe if she ever t~g” rtfi-nn Pranks in Parasols. The sweets of spring are suggested by occa sional dashes of sunshine sand witched between dark days of sleet, snow and sundry showers; and protection for pretty faces is vouchsafed by a paraphernalia of parasols on display. These are made larger than formerly, have “alpenstock” handles and ten broad ribs, the latter tipped in many instances with gilt or nickel. A novel feature of some parasols is the ver tical striping of each gore with ribbon. Some times it is one broad, satin-woven stripe or several beaded stripes wrought down each gore. The leading shape is an improvement on the Mauresque style. It is Hatter than the can opy tops of last year. The Sultana and Re cent parasols have a star or diamond centre with wide trimming below. They have a bor der of many rows of lace. Point d’ esprit net with tiny dots in Suese and ecru tints, covers many satin parasols, also crape lisse embroidered with lljwers. Among exquisite parasols imported by the Canfield Rubber Co. is one of Havana brown with lining of Charles X. pink, fluted mush room fashion, with ribs sharply covered at the point and finished wi li flounces of lace, en suite. (ither specialities in the square slyles spoke volumes lor the ingenuity brought tj bear up in this susceptible item of attire. Dressy parasols have light-wood slicks which are in many instances countersunk or inlaid with darker brown wood. Mottled sticks with gilt or silver tops are also popular, together with those in natural wood. A many-looped bright ribbon bow trims the han dle and narrower ribbon ornaments the ferule at the top. Sam.ii: J. Battev. BLASTING BLIZZARDS. Storms and Destruction in the Far Northwest. The weather during the latter part of Feb ruary in the extreme Northwest was colder and more destructive Ilian any experienced for thirty years. Dispatches from Butte, Mon tana Territory, says: The loss of life will probably reach twtnty- iive persons. The cattle loss is estimated ; t from 50 to To per cent. Cos er, Meagher, Choteau and Yellowstone counties contain about half the cattle in the ten-i ory, or at a low estimate 000,000 cattle, at an average price of.«:» per head. The banks of Helena will be sufferers to the amount of *1,200,000 loaned and advanced to cattlemen. 1 he loss in sheep s like wise heavy. . . „ . Hay Bros., at Geyser Springs, lost a flock of 40,000 sheep in one storm, the sheep get ting astray from the herder n tne blizzard, became all scattered, and ten (lays afterward they were found frozen ti death. A ranchman named Peterson, on Maple creek in the Sun river country had bis herder take :! 000 sheep out in the morning. A heavy storm coming up the auimals began to stam pede The herder, however, stuck to then.. Part of the time he could only see fifteen or twenty sheep on account of the blinding storm. He stayed with them forty-eight hours, when a relief party found him almost dead and only a few hundred sheep left. The herder had to have his lingers and toes amputated Several lives were lost in the Goeur-de-Ler.e country. Reports from Fort Benton show a deplorable state of affairs. Goal is Stiff per ton, coal oil So for a :1-gallon can, flour S10 per sack, potatoes cannot be had. The Crow Indians say there has not been such a winter for thirty years as the present one There was one then when the snow lay on the bottoms and in the courlees hve feet deep The Crows were then wealthy and own ed countless ponies, which were smothered in the snow. Horford’s Acid Phorphate In Weakness of the Stomach. Dr. D. P. McClure, Rantoul, 111., says: “I have successfuly used it in diseases arising from a weak condition of the digestiv e appara tus.” pVi*iii■ nfiiariiii rr , _ what books we put into the hands of lUrwjhkr*, especially. I a n tired of all this beautiful talk about advanced thought. I may be old fog- gish, but it seems to me if the rising genera tion is advancing at all, it is an advance back wards. Mothers of the Household, do let us wake up, and revive the good, old-fashioned deas of et'lusire and careful training for our girls. Make them as self-sustaining and as independent as possible; cultivate individual- ity and originality of thought. But guard their minds against insiencerity, flippancy, skepti cism, polite and witty cynicism. Above all tbin°s keep nine-tenths of modern novel? out of their hands. I had almost said: Keep them out of society. Shall I say it? At least keep them out till they have sense enough and judgment enough to do you credit! Why should we feel that we deprive our children, if we—for some years at least—keep them close at home, while they are as yet in a formative state? Is it deprivation when we force them to draw around them a circle of this world’s master minds’.’ Are we not rather preparing years of solid pleasure for them. 1 have a letter before me. Shall I copy a part of it for you? My friend says: “My heart is hungry always. I am weighted down, and am weakened by the consciousness of being alone; and yet I am not lonely. I have my few books. Best of all, I have the memory of the many books I have made mine by putting tMm away in my brain. 1 can sit here in my room in silence, quite alone, quite idle, my hands folded in my lap; and I am well entertained. How? Simply thinking. Revolving in my mind what has been told me by this world’s master minds. And Isay to myself, ‘Fortu nate woman that thou art, the whole universe of though. is thine; for thee the multitude of workers have toiled; thine are the results of their arduous labor; at thy feet aro laid their full sheaths of tipened brain-food; all the ages spread their gifts before thee; thou hast only to open thine eyes, to sharpen thy ears, to stretch forth thine hands and behold! All beauties, and harmonies, and possibilities are thine to have and to hold and to enjoy.’ ” Do you not see, Householders? What more is necessary to be said? Let us keep our children out of thecrovd, at least till they arc able to “walk alone.” Alas! liow many of us have nished again and again that even so much had been done Mr u r! „ , _ , Sometimes I think it is well to nave suffered, if thereby we can warn another. And if, by bavin" walked in the shadow we have learned to prize the sunlight, should we repine or mur mur? Nay, rather, if through cur shadowy path, a fait* ring brother he led to brighter ways, is not the shadow thereby made to us the softened, shadowy peace of angels’ wings fluttering over us as we toil towards that “City with foundat ons?” It is well for some of us to have walked in thick darkness. Only let us see to it that we lead the young livrs into light. N. L. II. Columbus, Ga. Let us Eschew the Woman Suffrage Problem. Dear Mother Hubbard: It has been quite a while since I obtruded any of my views on the attention of your members. I come now more lor the purpose of protesting against the intro duction of the “Woman Suffrage” question into the discussions of the Household than for the furnishing of any views for consideration. It is a topic that will break up the peace and harmony of any household and more especial ly this of ours. I will not go in consideration ot the merits of the question because I hope the members will refrain from its further agitation—at least in this department of the paper. Let us not here destroy the soft and splendid glory of Southern womanhood,by the publication of ar guments whicn would induce the belief that we have among us hard featured and strong minded creatures, who bring upon their sex the only contempt that insults its sensitiveness and shocks its gentleness. Let the discussions be held elsewhere—not here. 1 he Household contributors seem to have grown indifferent— the published letters being very few, “nowa days.” Some, whose talents justify it, have been transfered to other departments cf the paper; some have assumed “inconsistent re lations,” as witness Quien Sabe ; 1 leased, who quit soon aftsr he became better pleased and I respect Mack and Gretcben also because they dropped out soon after they got to writing about love. Others have been silent a long time whose letters were always readable. Among them Yellow Jessamine* rlonda, Irene Vernon and Charmion. Veritas and Muda Hetnur are faithful. I*t us all try to send an M Platonic Friendship” Again. Dear Householders: Do you believe in the communion of spirits ? All day long have they seemed to brinir me messages from yon, and take back the loving words I would whis per. I have been wanting to come among you* lo ! the«e many days, but the “pressure of other duties” has prevented. No, L. N. H., theip was not the shadow of a doubt in my mind about, a pure abiding love existing among wo nen. I know it; but, there are so many doubters, that I wanted the opin ion of some of the Householders upon the subject. I cantot begin to tell you just how much I appreciate your letter. Your views coincide with mine exactly, and I love the way you use tin word, woman, too. It sounds so much more sincere than “lady !” I think it one of the prettiest words in the language. I do believe in “Platonic friendships,” if I understand the term aright, an 1 I think I do. Won’t some of the brothers speak out and give their opinion upon this subject? Veritas, it seems to me there is no one better fitted to give an opinion upon this than you. Give us the benefit of your convictions, there are plen ty of doubts. Musa, dear, thanks for coming forward so promptly and proving my suspicions false. Like L. X. II., I think there should be m mystery about a woman’s identity. I am a woman, and I’rn proud of it. Lea! Kimrner, I feel that I can’t do without a letter from you any longer; you must write. What would we do without our Leal, our L. N. II., Viva, Veritas, and other “old mem bers” that have grown so dear to our hearts. We love the new members too, but we can’t help but be “just a little partial the these pa triarchs of the Household. Kate Gray, do you ever write for this de partment now? If so, please speak to mo. J. T. G , I ain still looking for that House hold letter. Mother H., bear with me a while longer. There is just one other something I want to speak of, then I’ll close. Much has been said about the H. being a mutual admiration society, and I remember bow severely Pats condemned all expressions of appreciation. I do not approve of too much exchange of compliment. But if we have a sincere admiration for a Householder, there is no harm in saying so. Well-bestowed praise often stimulates the timid ones, caus ing them to persevere; thus awakening thoughts that otherwise might have remained dormant The II. is a large, cozy sitting-room where pleasant greetings are exchanged and sc cial conversations carried on. It, don’t seem to me to be the place for cooking recipes and high-sounding essays on abstract subjects. Nothing is nicer than the discussion of books, and let us talk about them and other things, as if we were there in that imaginary pleasant room. It is a real rest to me to turn to the Ii. and read the bright cheery letters I usually tind ♦ Vr’.ro. fp.f I-AOWJ vf>-0F:» seem to be “straining .at, effect,” I pa the next. I believe in that warm personality that Pats disapproves. It Woman’s Sights. Dear Mother Hubbard: Woman’s rights! What are they? Where do they begin, and where do they end? This seems to be the vexed question of i he present era. Woman s rights begin with the cradle and, in one sense, may be said to end with the grave. Woman has the rght (and whatever she has the right to do it becomes her bounden duty to perform to the extent of the ability with which God has endowed her) to bo the queen of the social circle; by her correct deportment, her lofty purposes, her unswerving fidelity to princi- ole. to instil into thote around something of her nobility of character. sue nas a right to take to herself the sacred name of “wife,” to attach herself to one of the sterner and stronger sex to soften the asperi ties of his nature, to guide his aims and thoughts in pure and holy channels; to drape, adorn, and Beautify him as the clinging ivy does the sturdy oak, or the soft, velvety moss the rough, barren rock; to become the mother of his children, to rear and educate them “in the fear and admonition of the Lord;’’ to cheer and comfort them, and their father, in adver sity, to sympathize with their sorrow, to par ticipate in their joys, and to restrain them with tenderness in their haste and temper. Woman has the right to preside over the cradle, the nursery, the pantry, the kitchen, the sick chamber, the drawing- room, the flow er-garden, the poultry-yard—the house in its length and drewitb, height and depth, and cir cumference. ... She has the right to adorn and beautify her self, mentally, morally, and physically, for God has put her here to be loved and admired by man. She has the right to make her home beauti ful, and to instil into every one around her a love for the beautiful. She has a right to take part in, or preside over, any movement (whether it be the Sab- bath School or the Woman’s Crusade,) that has for its object the moral advancement of the human race and the glory of God. She has the right to vie with man in the field of literature, provided her productions have the proper aim and purpose. She has the right to (lo anything “her hands find to do,” provided it does not unfit her for the holy position of wife and mother (for which God intended), and bring down upon her head the contempt of her own and of the sterner sex, and the disapprobation of her Maker. Metliinks the noblest woman is she who, according to her abilities, does her whole duty as daughter, sister, wife, and mother; and that all Heaven will ring and re-echo the glad shout of joy from the angelic host when the Master shall utter his simple tribute of commendation, “She hath done what she could!” Vacrier. Some Good Remedies. Hear Mother Hubbard:—You call for home- tried recipes. Will you accept some good remedies instead? For cuts, wounds, sores, and bruises, smoke with a woolen rag. That is old, but I have met many wiio did not know it. A cathartic pill or dose of some good liver medicne will often cure sore eyes. But a good local app ication is a cup of warm water, tea- spoon full of tea leaves, half spoon of salt, and sixteen drops of laudanum. Bathe the eyes frequently. This was given by an oculist. For burns, saturate a cloth with coal oil and sprinkle line salt over it, then bind to burnt surface till all pain has subsided. For rheumatism, put equal parts of whisky and soft soap in a vessel and set on back of stove till well mixed. Apply at night after vigorous rubbing with a flannel cloih, then leave cloth on till morning. Flour dissolved in whisky is said to be good for cholera morbus. I trust that some one will derive some ben efit from some of the above. Waskom, Tex. ers I usually tind ■ | r-afi*--..: W.jL Ui3i:t 1-j feet,” l pass on to I **! Think that To-day Shall Never - Dawn Again.” Iteur Mother Ilubbird:—There are some peo- j jle in this world who never perplex heart or jrain beyond a question of their own enjoy ment. For them the problem of living has not been solved. Cricket-like they have flitted through life without storing their minds with the knowledge whicli serves to brighten oil age’s wintry hours. Though to others, this is no butter-fly exis tence, bv.t one of firm pur pose, stern duties, and earnest, useful endeav or. Among many shining virtues, there is a fault, eleaily perceptible, that they possess. These brave, true workers oft-times weary of toiling, and are willing too soon to cry “Roll, roll ye resistless years, Gather us quickly, pale reaper," while as before their tired, mental vision, comes the peaceful green graves in the “silent city of the dead,” where Safe are thry sheltered from earthly fears, Each dreamless anil motionless sleeper.” Strong is the desire to leave past and pres ent, ana speed them on to the future. I pity these honest beings, struggling so bravely and unmurmuringly, yet withal so hopelessly, but I do not agree with them in hastening the measure of our days, which, though filled with irksome tasks and care, and strife, do contain some scant pleasure when we think that they will never dawn again.” For that reason we should not so willingly give them up. They coiue not hack. The bitter moments of “Toils without recompence,” “Tears wept in vain,” and with all our vexations and troubles it is sweet to live; I don’t “repine at cruel Fate” so much as the swiftly flying years. I realize how soon they are lost now To-morrow is my twenty first birthday, and 1 am saddened by the thought that no more will this heart know or feel its twenty summers’ youthfulness. For me "to-day shall never da*n again.” O, what an etenial sound of misery the word “never” has, and liow I hate that it should apply to anything I love; yes, love—for on nothing have I set my affections so firmly as these last twelve mentis. Though most of my blissful anticipations were early nipped in the hud,” indeed few are the joys and many the disappointments have I experi enced iu that time. And these same eyes, that then looked with such eager hopefulness on the coming days, saw the star of promise fade upon the black edge of despair’s horizon, though bright its lustre was at first; so bright I thought the llauie would steadier grow till, by and by, it paled forever. And my twenty years—what have I done with them! How passed that great number of months, weeks, days and hours? l*rotitaMy?—ah, no. I am afraid the best part of them were wasted. Do ye Householders ever have present intents? I think I must have dived into the future when some time since I wrote this verse: I have failed in very truth— Much good to do I’ve striven; < If all the seed I sowed in youth Only dead fruit has arisen. At any rate, it must be that I am apprehen sive of “No. 21,” is my reason for clinging so to this day for sorrowing, because it shall never dawn again. It is almost ended now. A deep gloom falls o’er my spirit as the dark ness falls from the wings of night, and sadly and reluctantly I say, “Farewell, my twenty years—your sweet hopes and fond dreams, all farewell!” A Mexicano. Fort Gibson, Miss. SEE HERE! A Word with Twilight. Hear Mother Hubbard: May I have a word or two with Twilight? Those few words of hers were like a voice from my own heart. The very thoughts which have tortured my own aching brain her ready pen has expressed with force and clearness, and her picture of life and its experiences seem an epitome of my own. Twilight, X, too, have placed npon the ideal head of Quien Sabe the crown of perfect wo manhood, and shall await with much interest her reply to your query. In the meantime I would like, with your permission, to exchange a few private letters. Will you grant i ? Leal Kimrner, let me thank you for that de lightful Christmas letter. It, like all else from your pen, came straight from the heart. Ah reooir. Camille. Marshall, Texas. What about this column anyhow? What do the people think of ii? What do the staid and settled people think of it? What do the young people think of it! WLat do the widows, wid owers, olil bachelors and old maids think of it' Is it doing any good, or is it doing harm' We would like to have answers to these questions. We do not hear of any good nor of any harm that it is working. Nor do we hear of any matches or marriages being brought about by it; and yet bushels upon bushels of letters are passing through it The time, labor and trouble required to keep this immense correspondence straight have made it burdensome. It requires one person's whole time to look after it And yet when we put a small fee upon the adver tisements recently to make the column self- sustaining, there was a fearful falling off in the number of notices; and the correspondents, instead of putting in fresh notices began to pour in letters for those who had already ad vertised. Some of these have been over- whelmed with letters. We have just received the following from Mississippi: Madge Melvale: l’lease state in the matri monial column that Miss” Lena Rivers” does not wish to receive any more com nuuications, as it will be impossible for her to answer them. Our Madge is called upon lo address and mail severa' hundred letters a week. The col umn therefore brings an immense amount of labor and very little to pay for it. Now and then some bold advertiser sends on advertise ment consisting of one, two or three lines and enclose a few postage stamps to pay for it Now we arc at a great loss to know what to do with the column. Shall we continue it or not? What say the friends of the paper, old, middle aged and young? We would really like to hear from them. The column was originally intended for the amuse ment and improvement of the young people, and for the benelit of those who were matri monially inclined. No doubt there are some who have strong prejudices against such a column. We have heard from a few of these, but only a very few and can form no idea as to liow far this feeling may extend. It would therefore be agreeable to us to hear from as many as possible. The number of letters passing through shows that it is an exceed ingly popuiar department witli all classes, but we would not think of continuing it if it is condemned by the sober element anil maltirer judgment of the public. We have therefore decided to suspend the column for awhile until we can hear from the people. Write ns freely and express yourselves fully and plainly. Stalnback WUsoo, Atlanta, Ga. I Save not words toexprats my gratitude and thankfulness. All mothers ahnud Mod to blmfor further Information?' V.HAT KILLS AMERICANS. Fate Uvhf-KFrkleaa Ratlur-Rari 9Mi imm—Mecrlac-Ntrial Jtmlommw ■ rtWrtw* A•HbttUn—Violent I'immn Tkm Mace Car AImrcj. y The alarming disease of this country is nervous debility and prostration. It goes under many names but it is “seen* tially the Bame complaint; Hospitals and private institu tions for nervous patients are crowded. The average of life in the United States is de creasing every year. Sudden deaths from nervous col lapse among our business, profess ional and public men are so frequent as scarcely to excite remark. The majority of sui cides, committed without ap parent reason, or under so-called “depression of spirits,’’ are really prompted by nervous prostration, which is a fruitful source of insanity and crima with all their grief and horror. These facts are startling. They threaten the very life of the nation. They assail the springs of its power and pros perity. They wreck manhood’s strength and woman’s useful ness and beauty. Every one should know th® causes. What are they i The answer is easy ami terribly plain: Our vicious personal habits; our careless anil lawless eating and drinking; the in tense mental and physical strain arising from our mail race after money, position and influence the fears and struggles of pov erty; the use of narcotics anti stimulants; our fashion of turning day into night and night into day; and, briefly, our , desperate willingness to pay any price for an hour’s 1 ppumo WtRTEU (SimplonFREE) tor DR. AlrKN INstorrsb-wittfui electriccor- numiiUggra, BRUSHES, KELTS. Bte. No risk, quick ulaa. Temtorv Riven, sattufaettoaguar- aotow. Dr. Rnli’i *«3 Broadway, w. T. (aOMteow pleasure or success. So we burn life’s candle at both ends and till the lunatic asylums and the graveyards. The disease from which we suffer and die is, in plain Eng- H-.li, Xerrous D-ijsjtepsia, as it is seated in the Nerves and in the organs of Digestion, Assim ilation and Nutrition. Healthy digestion being impeded or des troyed, the whole body, nerves included, is literal/;/ starved; even when there is no emaci ation to tell the sad story. Nervous prostration sends out its warnings:—headache iu the morning; a persistent dull heaviness or aching at the base of the brain; wakefulness; f appetite and disgust with |,,.s of mental energy and interest in ordinary duta s and business; restlessness and anx iety without any assignable reason; eructations; bad breath; foul mucous ou the teeth; occasional giduifless; palpitation of the hear;; sal- iowness of the skin; coated tongue and gradual failure of strength and ambition. The remedy is a total aban donment of the habits and cus toms which cause the disease in each individual case, and the use of Shaker Extract of Roots (SeigtTs Syrup) to cure the mischief already done. This great remedy, prepared by the Shaker < Community of Mt. Leb anon, N . Y., is especially atlapt- ed to eradicate Nervous Dys pepsia. To do this it acts directly and gently but power fully upon the disordered, stom ach, liver and kidneys, restor ing their tone and vigor, pro moting the secretion of bile, ex pelling waste matters from the system,and purifying the blood. ” Upon the nervous system Shaker Extract(Se\geVs Syrup) acts as a safe and wholesome anodvne without the slightest narcotic effect, and then leaves the nerves to regain their nat ural tone and strength through its wonderful influence upon the function of nutrition. It is safe to say more nerv ous dv'peptics Istve been re stored by it from the depths of misery to a fresh enjoyment of life and labor than by any or all other forms of treatment corn! (1. CONSUMPTION; 1 have a positive remedy for the above dlaeaae; br Its us. t housands of ease® of the worst kind and1 Lng Handing have been cured. Indeed, so strong is mvfaltti In Its ethcacv. that I will ®end TWO BOTTLES frlEK, together with a V* l.rABLE TREATISE on this «lls®«*e. to any anfferor. 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