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/ THE SUNNY SOUTH. ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 17, 1887, 3 HOMELESS THOUGH AT HOME; The Story of a Woman's Life. BY BELLA FRENCH SWISHER. CHAPTER XI.—Continued. Mrs. Austin, who had not attended the wed ding ceremony, met them at the door. She was a slim, peaked-faced woman with cold blue eyes, and light brown hair, combed smoothly back from a low retreating brow. “Why, Harry,” she exclaimed, “you did not tell me that you were going to marry the whole family!” Mrs. Brignt reddened, Martha turned pale, and Harry stammered an apology which oniy made the matter worse. But the whole party followed Mrs. Austin to the parlor. Tnen a foreboding sillness fell on the group. Presently Harry excused himself and went out, his sister followed him. “A nice house!” commented Mrs. Bright addressing her daughter. “Yon must fix me up a good room. I think I should like this parlor bed room.” “I am afraid, mother, that you will get no room at all,” returned the bride very sadly. “Why so, pray? Would you tnrn your own mother out of doors?” asked the other haughti ly- „ “I shall have no voice in the matter. “But you must. I have toiled for you, and now it is only right that you give me shelter for my remaining days. They won’t be many any how.” “I fear Harry is so very penurious, that he will think you a burden. I fear that he will not let you live here.” “He will let me live here, if you say so. Just assert your rights. Tell him that you will have your mother with you Don’t let him trample on you! Don’t oe a slave!” “Since I have sold myself, I can look for nothing but slavery,” the daughter answered sadly. “I should have asserted my rights sooner; then I had not married him. Oh! wbat a fool I was!” “Dinner is ready!” said Harry looking into the room. “Maggie has just got a cold, bite. Nothing worth the trouble of coming after. She didn’t expect visitors.” He frowned on Mrs. Bright while he spoke aBd offered his arm to his bride. Martha felt a deathly sickness stealing over her as she arose to accompany him to the din ing room. Involuntarily she closed her eyes; but a cold pale face fitted before her and a pair of voiceless lips seemed whisper “It might have Deen.” Then there was a strange whizzing in her ears and everythii g grew indistinct, dark, and faded entirely away. Harry took the insensible girl in his arms and laid her on the sofa. But no look of pity softened his features; instead a dark frown rested thereon. “I supposed, madam,” he said, addressing himself to Mrs. Bright, "that your daughter was healthy.” Mrs. Bright shook her head. “Martha was never a very strong child,” she returned. “But she a’n’t apt to faint. I guess you have about scared the senses out of her, poor thing!" “Thank you for the compliment!” said Har ry stiffly. “I can’t say as I mean’tit for a compliment. The child isn’t used to having her own mother slighted. She is a very affectionate child.” “Too much so I should judge,” with an ironical toss of the head. “I shall try to make a woman out of her. Ah! she opens her eyes.” He had pushed the mother aside and was bathing the girl’s head with his own hands, intending thus to show the former that the pale creature before him, was his own property, upon whom she had no longer the slightest claim. “She needs a different training,” he went on to say. “She has no idea of propriety at all—no self respect. My sister and I, when we get her alone, will give her a few lessons which will be beneficial; and we will brook no interference.” Mrs. Bright’s castles in the air began to crumble to pieces. Could it be possible that this cold, worldly man was the smiling youth who had so often called her “mother” in days past? It did not seem possible; yet there he stood, in appearance the same, and. eh! misery, the owner of her child. That was a dreary afternoon to all parties. Mrs. Brght. determined to stay until evening, in spite of Harry’s coldness and Mrs. Austin’s frowns, aud Martha was dreading the time when she should be left alone with her hus band and sister. The girl had never had much affection for her mother, but when the parting came she clung to her as to her last earthly friend. “I will come and see you all to-morrow,” she whispered, and kissed them all around for the first time in many long months. “Bring us something good to eat,” said James under breath, “you are married now and ought to give as a good time.” Martha nodded her head, but made no audible reply. Then the trio left the house, and the bride was alone to do the great battle of life, with a dim foreboding of what a dread ful fight it would be. During the evening, Harry tried to be kind, but he and his sister gave the young girl so many lessons in propriety that the latter was in tears before the hour of retiring came. Poor thing! too late she realized that the school room and a play-house were the places for her, and not a husband’s heart and home. “I shall expect,” said Harry to her the next morning after her marriage, “that you render up strict account of your time every day to me. As you are very young, I shall deem it necessary to watch over your goings and com ings, and see that your associates are the pro per ones. My yonng wife shall not be conta minated by bad society.” Martha looked up into her master’s face and tears trembled on her eyelashes. “Can 1 go to see mother to day?,’ she asked in a faltering tone. “I think not; you should be willing to spend your first day at home.” “But I promised to go.” “You should not have promised such a thing without consulting me. I do not think that it is best for you to go to-day, and you will dis please me, if you disobey.” “When may I go?” she asked faintly. “To-morrow, perhaps, if the day is pleasant. It looks now as if we would have rain soon.” “O, I am not afraid of rain!” exclaimed Mar tha. “Perhaps not,” coldly, “but I am afraid of having you sick on my hands. I shall deem it my duty r to take care of you, my dear. Good morning.” He kissed her in a business-like manner; then he went out to attend to the affairs of the day, leaving her alone with his sister. A few minutes alter his departure, Mrs. Austin addressed herself to the young wife in anything but a pleasant tone: “This is wash day with me, and it is high time the breakfast dishes were washed. The j dish-washing will be your business hereafter, j I don’t intend to work myself to death for any J young chit of a girl, if she is my brother’s j wife.” With a half suppressed sob, Martha com menced cleaning away the dishes. She was willing enough to wash them, but she did not like any one to speak so harshly to her. They were all clean, at last; and then the girl turned to her sister in-law, aud inquired whether there was anything more for her to do. “To do!” echoed Mrs. Austin, “I should ! think there was. We haven’t washed these ; three weeks, and we have got a full hundred pieces of clothes to wash, besides doing the 1 chamber work, making bread and getting ready | for dinner. You can just dy about, I can tell | you. There is a whole chest of sewing to do, j and no end of mending. I hope you are a j good sewer. You are a wife now, and must | learn to labor. You will find a difference, I j can tell you. Yon will have to get up early and work late, for Harry isn’t able to keep you in idleness.” “Come to think of it,” she continued, “we have about sixty yards of rag carpet to make, and five quilts to quilt, and we are needing them amazing bad, too. Oh! you needn’t look so horror-struck. You will ^tind that it isn’t such a funny thing to be a married woman. Wait till you get two or three babies, and I am gone; then you will see where the fun comes in.” Very dimly did Martha begin to realize the truth of Mrs. Austin’s words; and her little weak heart stood almost still within her bosom She had thought her life at home a hard one, and had longed for marriage that she might be freed from it. Now she found that she had only bound herself to a more dee -ading slav- e v. Aud she was so young, so inexperienced! Martha went to work, determined to do her best, but in Mrs. Austin’s opinion she did not accomplish much. All day she thought of the folks at home, wondering if there were much disappointed at her non appearance, and long ing so much to go to them, yet not daring to do so. In the afternoon, she had bread and pies to bake. She thought she would make a very nice pie for the children, and said as much to Mrs. Austin, who returned stiffly that Harry would have his hands full supporting one family let alone two. This hurt the young wife so much that she gave up baking the extra pie, thinking that instead she would ask Harry for fifteen cents in the morning, and purchase one at the baker’s for the children. It was very late that night when she went ! to bed. There were so many thingB to do, that Mrs. Austin declared must be done, and I the wee small hours came before the two I weary women were ready to retire. Never be- J fore had the young wife felt the need of rest so much; but eyes, head, heart and limbs ached j so that she could not go to sleep, when at last the opportunity presented itself. She lay awake until nearly morning, and was just falling to sleep when Mrs. Austin called for her to arise and help get the breakfast. The day was clear. That wa3 one good thing. Perhaps she might visit her mother. That was all the hope she had. After breakfast she went to her husband, and asked in a timid manner if she might go home that day. “Home!” he repeated “where is your home if not with your husband?" “I meant mother's,” shestammered, a guilty flush stealing over her face. “I am used to calling that home.” “Was you not complaining ef being tired last night? I think it is best that you should not be running about to-day. You will be sick, first I know.” Martha began to cry. She had lived through one day hoping for the next; now again to be disappointed. It was too bad. “You are an ungrateful girl!” said Harry angrily; and then he went away without even kissing her good morning. His displeasure hurt the young wife’s feel ings so much that she had a long cry spell. It was hard enough not to be allowed to go home, but her husband’s angry was something more to endure. What a long dreary day followed. Mrs. Austin was more than usually cross, and everything that Martha did was wrong. YVhen night came the poor girl really wished that it might prove the night of death to her, so weary already was she of life. But Harry came home in a very good humor, and told her that, seeing she had minded so well, she might go to her mother’s in the morning. This was good news of course to her. But the money for the pie troubled her still. She tried to summon courage to ask him for it, but fail ed to do so until he was just leaving the house the next morning. “Will you give me fifteen cents, Harry’” she asked with sudden desperation as he was passing out of the door. “Fifteen cents!” he repeated, “what do you want fifteen cents for?” She nesitated before she replied. She could not tell him about the pie. Ob! no. But she must answer, for his suspicious eyes were on her. “I want to get a spool of silk to mend my green dress with,” she replied, blushing at the untruth. “I thought stlk was only ten cents a spool.” he commented, but he gave it to her. Then he went away and Martha began her work with a feeling of guilt hanging over her. He had driven her into sin, but nevertheless Bhe felt its weight upon her. Little did she realize to what that wrong step would lead. CHAPTER XII. “We can die but once.”—0, were it true, Gleeful the poet’s rhymes; But the pangs of death life can renew. Till we die a thousand times! As soon as the morning’s work was done up, Martha commenced getting ready for the visit. Meanwhile Mrs. Austin was heating the flat irons, calculating that the young wife should do her share of the ironing. “Why, where are you going?” she asked, when Martha came into the kitchen all ready for her departure. “Harry said that I might go to see mother to-day,” answered the other in a trembling tone. “Did you tell him how much ironing we had on hand to do?” frowning darkly on her “No. I didn’t think of the ironing,” she stammered. “But I will help when I come back, Mother and the children want to see me so much, and I must go; but I won’t stay long.” “If you can’t help with the ironing now, you need not do it at all. The irons are hot and I am not going to have wood burned out in waste, just to humor your whims, I must tend to my brother’s interests.” Wi'h a sigh of regret, Martha laid aside her wrappings. She comprehended now that no wish of hers was to be considered for a mo ment with either her husband or his sister, and her heart began to rebel. But she said noth ing. She only went to work with feverish haste, determined to see her mother before night, if such a thing was possible. But, though her hands flew all the long day as they had never done before, it was three in the afternoon when the last shirt was ironed and put away, aDd she was free to leave the house. “I want you back at five to help me get supper,” said Mrs. Austin, when Martha again began to robe herself for a departure. The young wife made no reply; but she con cluded inwardly that Mrs. Austin could get the supper or it would not begot at all. A few minutes later, she was on her way toward her childhood’s home. As she had intended, she stopped at the bakery to purchase a pie. They were not nice ones like she wanted to get. The baker had none excepting some made of dried blackberries, and as she could do no bet ter she took one of those. As she had half ex pected, she found her relatives greatly incens ed at her neglect, or rather what they consider ed to be her neglect of them. “I wouldn’t have come at all, if I had wait ed this long,” said her mother, turning from her with an angry frown on her face. “It snows plainly what you think of us.” “I came as soon as I could,” returned Mar tha, trying to choke back the tears which would come in spite of her efforts to be cilm. "A pretty story to tell!”retorted Mrs. Bright, “A bride of three day’s isn’t very likely to be so over-run with work that she cannot even call on her mother. It is pure meanness— nothing else.” Martha began to grow angry. “Mother,” she said, “when you married me to Harry Mann, you placed me under a stern, unrelenting master.” “X married you to Harry Mann?” repeated the other. “You married yourself, if I re member right, and I think I do. You were always crazy to get married.” Martha felt a cold, wicked feeling stealing over her. She had intended to make her mother a confidant and advise with her con cerning her future course. Now, she would not do so. She would walk her way alone; she would fight her own battle without assis tance. If she had ever hoped for love or sym pathy she knew that she had hoped in vain. She, who could love so well, to whom love would be the greatest blessing that a kind Heaven could bestow, must walk ter way alone without one cheering voice to whisper words of consolation to her. “Did you bring us anything good?” asked James, sia.ing up o her. “If you didn't, I don’t care anything about seeing you.” “If I had known that I would not have troubled myself to come,” angrily responded Martha, whose powers of endurance were atout exhausted. “1 guess you didn’t put yourself to much trouble,” retorted her mother. “Let me see what you have got;” cried May. Martha handed her the pie. “What kind of a pie is it?” asked James. “Dried blackberries,” she answered. “Pshaw! why didn’t you bring a nice one?” he asked with apparent disappointment. “I thought we was to have a nice time when you got married.” “She is one of the selfish sort who cares for nobody except herself,” commented Mrs. Bright,whom Martha’s sudden moroseness an ger d considerably. “I have cared very little for myself in the past,” said the girl coldly, “but in the future I shall. Good bye.” “Why, you are not going?” exclaimed all three in a breath. “Yes, I have got the supper to get.” “Well did I ever,” cried Mrs. Bright. “Just come and won’t stay a minute. Was there ever such an undutiful child!" “Perhaps not;” said Martha. And she went out, caring little whether she ever saw any of her folks again or not. But she did not go directly home. She took the worn path which she had so often travers ed in days gone by, and in a short time stood beside the brook, where she had passed the sweetest and also the bitterest moments of her life. Dropping upon the old log, where she had so often sat, she covered her face with her hands and began to cry hysterically. Mis judged, misunderstood by all! Oh! it was dreadful. “I wish I might remain here always and weep my life away!” she wailed. “Oh! I must die! I cannot live this way!” What a dreadful battle that was with self! “I will try,” she said, "to crush out this child-'sh heart of mine, and become a cold proud woman of the world. I have talents; I will live for self and for fame.” Pride had come to her aid. There is noth ing like it to give ns strength. She arose to her feet now and stood erect. She fell almost happy iu her new resolve. “I will no longer be a slave,” she cried. “I will work myeelf up to something higher and better, if I walk through blood. Since the love and beauty of this life are denied me, I will sacrifise every thing to ambition. The world shall own me as one of its great woman.” It was a strange speech for a poor, unedu cated, unloving wife to make. She knew not how she should accomplish this end; she felt sure that it must come. But the first thing to be thought of was an education. She could do nothing without one. She sat down again and tried to form some plan of action, but the plans were all vague and indistinct. I5y and by, the twilight shadows began to deepen and she knew that it was time that she was at home. It was with a sigh that she arose and turned her face thitherward. She found supper over when she arrived there, and Harry and his sister both displeased with her. “I thought I to!d you that you had the sup* per to get!” snapped Mrs. Austin. “I did not conclude to get it,” said Martha in return. The pair looked at her in amazement. “A wife who neglects her husband’s comfort is not a good one," said Harry with cold re proach in his tones. “I don’t care,” said the young wife who had not yet learned self-control. “She kept me here and made me iron until three o’clock, aud I wasn’t coming home to get supper as soon as I got out.” “I intended Mattie should have the day to herself,” said the man in a reproving tone to his sister. “I wasn’t going to do all that great ironing alone,” she snapped in response. “You could have left it until to-morrow then.” “I don’t put off until to-morrow what should be done to-day.” Harry saw that he was getting himself into a scrape, and wisely concluded to change the conversation. “Did you get your silk, dear?” he asked, wiping the tears from his wife’s face with his own handkerchief. •‘Mo—I—didn’t,” she stammered, suddenly turning red. “I—I—forgot it.” “That was bad. What did you get in the bakery to day?” “The bakery?” she questioned, feeling as if she would like the floor to open and swallow her. "Yes. Why do you repeat my words? I saw you go in there, and when you came out you had something in your hands. What was it?” . v • “It was a pie,” answered Martha with sud den desperation. “Ah! Don’t you have enough to eat at home?” “I got it for the children.” “Could you not have made one?” “Yes; but Mrs. Austin would not let me.” “I thought that it was not right for her to be carrying off your provisions and told her so,” put in that lady, with a disdainful toss of the head. “It isn’t a wise thing for a wife to do, re turned Harry with a reproachful glance at his wife. “Still I would rather that she would do that than to be running about hunting up pro visions out side for her folks. Did you have money enough to buy it, my dear, or did you run in debt?” addressing Martha with the question. “I paid for it,” she answered. “Where did you get the money?” “You gave it to me this morning.” “I thought that was for silk.” “I did not like to tel' you about the pie, and so—and so—” “And so you stooped to a lie?” “You drove me to it!” cried the wife, soh- bingly wildly. * I drove you to it?” repeated Harry. “You and your sister together. I promised the children something and I had no way to get it.” . “Your excuse only makes your sin all the more apparent. If you want me to love and trust you, you will have to take a different course.” ‘I don’t want to do wrong,” said Martha, still sobbing. “Perhaps not. I hope this will be a lesson to you that yon will remember long. Sin al ways brings its own punishment. This you will find true in this case, for though you may try to do right in the future we will never be able to trust you so implicitly again. I am grieved—very much grieved that such a thing should happen, my dear.” “You make a fool of her by such talk, Baid Mrs. Austin in no very pleasant tone of voice. . . . ,, , ‘I wish to be kind and just, my sister, he returned blandly. “She is youDg, inexperi enced and ignorant; we must teach her the right way. Don’t wait up for me either of you,” he added. “Business will keep me out quite late perhaps. Good night, my dear. I cannot kiss you again untill you have repent ed of your sin. It is just that you should be punished.” Martha heard the door open and close, and she knew that he was gone; but she did not raise her eyes for even a glance after the re ceding form. She felt humbled, guilty and angry; yes more—she felt wicked. The good aneels, who watched over children like her, seemed suddenly to take their flight, leaving her alone with self and despair. Even pride deserted her in tfiat hour. 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We will send the Working World one year to any paper giving the above ad. four inser tions," and sending to us a marked copy. CEORCIA. Meaxsyille.—One of the most recherche and select parties of the season was the fruit party given by Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Means, at their residence on Main streat, Nov. 25th. It was much enjoyed by all present, and will long be remembered as the “Crown party.” The hostess was aided by Mrs. A. R Smith. Hon. Jonathan Stewart was the guest of J. L. Alldredge, 22 ad ult. Miss Etta Williams, of Flovilla, has been the guest of Mrs. R. M. Williams for the past two weeks. One night last week while the family of Mr. and Mrs. Sam Howell were asleep, their daughter, Miss Emma, was united in holy wed lock to Mr. R. Parker. Mrs. A. R. Smith will open her school 1st of December at Meansville Academy. *** Dallas.—Miss Louise Thompson, of Rock- mart, Ga., in company with her aunt, Mrs. Chapman, of Atlanta, spent several days with friends and relatives here this week. Miss Emma Ledbetter, of Cedartown, is visiting her brother, Rev. S. B. Ledbetter. The young folks’ party, given at the resi dence of Mr. Thomas Griffin, on Tuesday night the lith inst., was quite a brilliant affair. Athens.—On the evening <ff the (ith a charm ing entertainment was givi.jf last evening by Mrs. H. H. Carlton at her’elegant suburban home, Cloverhurst, in honor of Miss Emma Carroll, of Augusta. Clwerhurst is one of the handsomest hones in (ha State, and not one in tho State is presided over by a more charming hostess. It goes without saying that all who were present had a delightful time. . The same evening a large theatre party was given to his friencs by Mr. Fred Morton. The guests attended the rendition of Dagmar, by Louise Balfe, at Daupree Opera House, and then finished the evening at the hospitable home of Col. W. I. Morton, on Hull street. •** Savannah —On the afternoon of Monday, Nov. 29th, Mr. Aaron Adams, (of the firm of Adams & Fleming, commission merchants,) was married at the residence of the groom's parents, to Miss Benie M. Hopkins, Rev. J. M. Rushin performing the ceremony. The groom is a popular young man and has a wide circle of friends both in Thomas coun ty and Savannah. The bride is an orphan and adopted child of her aunt, Mrs. Hopkins, of Savannah, and is a charming young lady. They will make Savannah their home. St. Andrews’ Society celebrated its 137th anniversary on the 30th ult., and entertained its guests at an elaborate dinner at the Pulas ki House. The society had prepared most liberally for the occasion, and its guests gath ered around its hospitable board to honor its successful existence and to pay tribute to the noble and commendable motives which prompted its organization and maintenance. Savannah was represented by its most honor ed citizens. They assembled in the banquet hall and spent the evening in paying tribute 4o the -honored saint, St. to the noble land which inspired the organization of the society, and to the land which its members have adopted. ALABAMA. Pleasant Hill.— Thanksgiving day was well observed by our villagers. The stores were all closed and the high school waB given half holiday. At eleven, a. m., pupils, teach ers and a goodly number of people assembled in the academy hall and listened to an appro priate sermon by Mr. Sidney Catts. Every face seemed to mirror the sentiment of heart expressed by the Psalmist: “Thou hast been mindful of us”; “Our lines have fallen in pleasant places.” The fatted turkey was killed and served with happiness and good cheer. The afternoon was ipent by the ladies in the over pleasant dnty of “calling,” while the Pleasant Hill shooting club sallied forth in brilliant array. Mrs. W. R. Wood, who has hoen visiting relatives in Montgomery, is at home again. Mrs. Johnson is on an extended visit to the family of Mr. J. E. Dent, of Newnan, Ga. Mrs. Jessie Day is visiting her mother, Mrs. Butler. Mrs. Mary Bell, of Gordonville, has been spending some time wich her fatner, Col: John Rudulph. Miss Laura Gully, of Furman, has been the guest of Miss Flora Belle McKinnon. The second Sabbath inst. Mr. Dennis, pas tor in charge of the M. E. church here, preacned his final sermon. It was character ized by beauty of expression and religious fer vor. The pupils of Pleasant Flfll Academy gave their third literary mingle on the 18th inst. It was largely attended and unanimously voted a perfect success. The programme consisted of recitations, declamations, essays and ad dresses, interspersed with vocal and instru mental music—music on piano, organ and gui tar, at the close of which mirth and repartee held high carnival. Selma.—On the 1st instant Mr. Piromis H. Bell, a talented young lawyer of Atlanta, was married to Miss Lucy Lee, of Selma, daughter of Hon. S. L9e. Mr. Bell has many friends in our city who join us in wishing for him and his accomplished lady a long life of happiness and prosperity. NORTH CAROLINA. Greensborougii —Our staid old city is pos itively on a boom! Now don’t let everybody hold up their hands in holy doubt and ask how can an inland town, without great mining interests, get on a boom? To all such I will whisper, it is of a matrimonial type and Church street is about to be upturned by it— the long-hidden gems there did it! One of her most notable society young men, Mr. Willie Bogart, “forsaking all others,” swore undy ing allegiance to Miss Julia Deming alone, in the Episcopal church, on the evening of Nov. 30th. The prize thus carried off was one of Fayetteville’s fairest daughters, and they have the congratulations and good wishes of hosts of friends. But pause a moment and listen to your cor respondent while she pours into your readers’ too-willing ears, a story akin to a sylvan song —something that savors of a spice-laden zephyr from some far awa*' tropical isle. She has the honor to be the first to announce to the public the engagement of Mr. William Stone to Miss Sue Dick, tfio" daughter of our U. S. District Judge, and certainly one of the most charming and accomplished girls, and one of the most briiliaat conversationalists that society can claim in the State. Her affi anced is a Boston gentleman of the highest culture and refinement. Having studied” and resided abroad a good portion of his life, he is considered quite a congenial companion tor so worthy a woman. When the nuptial bells joyfully riDg out early in the new year, that the happy “consummation” has “devoutly” taken place, your readers will perhaps be fa vored with a glimpse of ambrosial bowers, a distant echo of mellow wedding hells, or ad mitted into the labyrinthian deliciousness of laces and velvets, and who knows what of a tiip to Canada, extending down to Cuba? There are numerous other “on dits” in this line for this hoary-headed old December, but we have do desire to surfeit you—many little surprises and pleasure events for which your columns of Southern Society Notes may be on the qui vice. “C.” Fun on the Track. &aoe Between a Locomotive and a Deer in South Carolina. Augusta, Ga., Dec. 11.—Probably the most exciting race ever seen in this section, was ran on the Sonth Carolina railroad, a few evenings ago, and a peculiar race it was. An engine and train of cars chasing a buck on the track made the race. It was a bright moonlight night, in fact, al most as bright as day. The up Ssuth Caroli na passenger train had just crossed the Edisto river bridge, shortly after eight o’clock, when Engineer Roberts and his fireman spied a large deer on the track, some three or four hundred hundred yards ahead. The train moved on, but the buck stood with head erect, gazing at the approaching locomotive until it seemed that the cowcatcher would strike it. At that moment, with a quick movement, it wheeled and started off up the track at light ning speed. The engineer was in for a race, having a straight track ahead, and quickly opened his throttle. The ponderous machine bounded forward and then the race commenced in earnest. Down the track, at lightning speed, ran the deer, closely pursued by the engine, the engineer at the throttle and the fireman shoveling in coal, both doing their ut most to outrun the deer. The conductor and passengers, wondering at the rapidity of the train, quickly raised the windows and popped their heads out to see a sight never witnessed by any one of them be fore. No one was afraid, but all excited; in fact, excitement reigned supreme. Ali could see the beautiful buck ahead and in breathless anxiety were awaiting the termination of the race. Men cheered and ladies clapped their hands, but on, on, like the wind sped the deer, clearing ten to twelve cross-ties at a bound and keeping from tweenty to thirty yards ahead of the swiftly speeding train. The en gineer and conductor were even ail excite ment. But “look! look!” cried every one, “the deer is losing ground.” True it was. The engine commenced to gain slowly, but perceptibly, and in the next half mile the deer was only a few feet in front, when suddenly it bounded off the track and into the woods. The deer was pursued two miles and the race was probably the most exciting of the kind ever witnessed. BOYS & GIRLS’ DEPARTMENT. About the Pony and Saddle. The boys and girls who are working for the pony must state that fact in each report they send in, so we may be able to keep a correct list of the subscribers se cured by each. Remember, too, that every sub scriber must be for one year in advance. Subscriptions for a shorter time will not count nor will the subscriber be entitled to a ticket in the box. PENNSYLVANIA’S HIGH LI CENSE. A Great Mumber.’of Dealers Coing Out of Business Philadelphia, Dec , 11.—The new high li cense law, passed oy the last legislature prom ises to drive out of the liquor business, not only those who cannot afford to pay the §500 license fee, but also manj wealthy dealers, who will find it impossible to secure necessa ry laws governing the sale of liquor. In at taching their names to a bond surities also give power of attorney to the district attor ney to confess judgment in the sum named for the recovery of all damages, cost, fines and penalties, etc., bondsmen to become responsi ble for their faithful compliance with the law. Up to the close of business yesterday only three hundred and fifty applications for li cense for the next year had been filed with the clerk of the court of quarter sessions. This is considered a small number, in view of the fact that there are about six thousand sa loons in the city. Dealers are experiencing no end of trouble in obtaining two bondsmen who are willing to take upon themselves the responsibility attached to those who become sureties for tavern keepers. Such bondsmen will each become responsible in the sum of $2,000 for the payment of all fines, penalties or damages that may be levied upon the dealer for any violation of law. L’Enfant Terrible. A story is told of the daughter of a promi nent person now in the lecture field which is peculiarly suggestive of unconscious wisdom. A gentleman was invited to the lecturer’s house to tea. Immediately on being sealed at the table the little girl astonished the family cir cle and the guest by the abrupt question, “Where is your wife?” Now the gentleman having been recently separated from the part ner of his life, was taken so completely by sur prise that he stammered forth the truth, “I don’t know.” “Don’t know,” replied the in fant terrible; “why don’t you know?” Find ing that the child persisted in her interrogato ry, despite the mild reproof of her parents, he concladed to make a clean breast of the mat ter, and have it over at once. So he said, with a calmness which was the result of a volley of inward expletives. “Well, we don’t live together. We think as we can’t agree we had better not.” He stifled a groan as the child began again, and darted an exasperated look at her parents. But the little torment would not be quieted till she exclaimed: “Can’t agree! Tnen why don’t you fight it out as pa and ma do? ” “Vengeance is mine,” laughingly retorted the visitor, after “pa” and “ma” exchanged looks of holy horror, follow ed by the inevitable roar. THE LAND BOOH. Prices Way up Among the Stars -The Dangers to be Avoided. The wonderful land boom of the past year has excited very general attention. It has not been confined to any one locality, for, as ChauDcey M. Depew said, after a visit to the west, “At nearly every one of the trade centres we visited, we found extravagant and untenable views of prospective real estate val ues.” Of course the vast army of men engaged, in one way or another of these enterprises, were loth to believe their views either extravagant or untenable. Both they and Depew are right to a certain extent. Land values have rapidly and permanently increased in this country in the last fifty years. This is especially noticeable in the “jumping” west, along the lines of new railroads. Thousands of new cities have sprung up, with a growth perfectly astonishing, and great fortunes have been made iu real estate. Land values must continue to increase gen erally, because the available area of laud iu the country is now so small as to render inevi table its entire absorption in a few years. One hundred years from now, at the present rate of increase, our population will be 400 to the square mile—twice as many as in the larg est European nations. To be a safe speculator, it is necessary to study cause and effect, as the proprietors of Warner’s safe cure did in preparing their remedy. Its success is great because it reach es the cause of disease. Every drop of blood coursing through the system passes through the kidneys. If they are in sound working order, the blood is purified; if deranged, pois on, that should be eliminated, is carried through the blood channels to every part of the system. The poison attacks the weak points, and so come the long list of resulting ailments. Remedy the cause, put the purify ing organs in health, and the whole system becomes healthy. There must be a solid basis for a land boom, however, or it will inevitably result in a crash, entailing great losses and subsequent injurious depression. Two thousand dollars per front foot for land in some cities might be a judicious in vestment, in others, very indiscreet. It is wise to make investments of a character indi cating a permanent, if slower, growth and increase of value. Dr. Pierce’s “Pleasant Purgative Pellets” cleans and purify the blood and relieve ihe digestive organs. Anti-Prohibition Prohibiting. [From the Rome Bulletin.] While anti-prohibitionists urge against pro hibition that it does not prohibit, our Col. G. J. Briant, a prominent saloonist in Rome, went down to Atlanta the other day since that city went wet to look him out a situation and refuge from prohibition Floyd, where he could still engage in the whisky traffic, but he finds that since the election he could not rent a store for less than $2,000 or $2,400; that was too much of a prohibition for him, and he has turned his attention to Chattanooga. Whisky rents in Atlanta were too much for the Colo nel. They prohibited him and sent him kiting. Whose chickens have come home to roost? When all so called remedies fail, Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy cares. Hello, Unde Punch: Bow’s jour fat? I haven’t seen you since ilie woods were on fire. I have been Irving to fee you for a long time In order to get per mission to call on your interesting family. I hope that you will not object, for I am not going to be as had as when we used logo 'possum hunting togeth er, as I am a reformed hoy to some exteit, but I had best stop, or will give you away to vour better- ha:! and my best friend, Aunt Judy. Excuse me jusi one moment, X see some of the girls now. Why, hello Dearie, bless your sweet little soul, bow you have grown since I last saw you. Why, Cecil, how are you getting on; as beautiful as ever. You will, nay already, have every one in love with ycu. And there is Bonnie Sweet Bessie, my little pet. I always did love sweet things—does any one blame no ? An, there! Ruby Lynn, how do yon do? Dream, ar'nt you going to extend your band In welcome to me? Left. I see you haven’t got left yet. Sea Breeze, why are you so cold? It seems that you are not appreciated now as much as In summer. Patsy, how’s your good health ? Oh, girls! I feel like giving eacn one of yon a kiss, but promised the old man'bat I would be a good boy, but just wait until I am here a little longer, and I’ll show him about that sort of thing, but don’t glv» me awav. now. Oil Little Darling, emit pinching me—don’t be so cruel o ailmals. By the way, which one of you was throwing k—s and waving your handkerchief at those boys, yes terday ? I beard all about It. There comes some of the boys. How de do. Monk ? How has the world been treating you, old boy? Mountaineer, we will have to be good friends and stick close together on account of our extreme bash fulness. What say you? Cnarlie Cbeitnnt, your name suits you well. I bet you are a genuine (old) chestnut. A Q le, shake! now are you? Don’t let Peck's Bad Boy slip In on me, he might give me a grand Hermit, how long has It been since you saw day liphi? Now, my worst enemy Is the trash box. Oh. de liver me from such a monster. If you are deter mined to put me to death, burn me, choke me, lynch me, shoot, cat, or knock me in tne bead, but oo not put me wiih the trash. And the next ques tion is wbat shall 1 call myself. Oh! I can’t make up u-y mind, it is such a terrible last. Can’t some one suggest some suitable nom de plume for such a block head. Well, I see that non*. ot you will do It and I don’t care. I will just caM my self Clarence Eugene. I love a low, sweet voice In woman, It brlDgs a balm to heart and ear; It can more readily snbdue man Than eyes, however brightly clear. The low. sweet voice speaks rarer, truer Than all of beauty’s charms combined; To hear well yon must come close to her— Another charm In mat I find. Xmas Is coming! So let’s hurry up and get Aun tie’s present ready for her. Let all of the cousins "cast in their mite,” and we can make Auntie a nice pllt. Bend contributions to Miss Lillie M. Brice. 64 Cone street, Atlanta, G a., and send right au ay iu orner to bave yonr names accompany me gift— send postal note If convenient. Miss Bulce Is a Letter Boxer, and she will take good care that the present will be a nice one. “Si-nd one, send all.” Left, your verses were superb—a genuine treat; and have you really a cage In readiness lor—a Star ling? No, Pearl, you are not “the pearl cast before me swine,” bnl a Pearl ot great price. We are having a series ol rainy, gloomy days now, Do wish it would clear up—I wanter see the son. a Que, yonr letters are too cute. I’ve dipped 9eveiai of them for my scrap-book. Are you still In the capital city? If you’ll keep a “sharp look out” during Xmas holidays, you’li see two “sporting lasses” sailing down the grand Alabama In our “light canoe,” for we are bound for a "Boating ex pedition.” How prond It makes ns feel to bave Mnsa Dnnn watching ns I I was really amused at her descrip tion of the Texas fair. Minnehaha where art thou? Why so silent. Goldie Ashburn, my heart re echoes me sound when you call “RosalindI Rosalind 1” I once thought she would be too “Noble” to desert ns— unchanged In all except her name. Bat alas, fer human hopes! She treats us with silent contempt. Dream, with your permission I clipped your flow- ery communication in me last Sunny South. Wishing Aunt Jody and all the cousins a merry, merry Ubrlstmas and a happy New Year, I am lov ingly. Starling. P. 8.—Don’t forget to forward at once contribu tions for Aunties gilt. S. Aunt Judy: May I crowd over in mis corner, Teio-a-tete and Dearie will share their seat with me I feel sure, and chat with yon a wee bit this morning? I saw in the Qolz Column not long ago a query from Reader of RoDelm, Li., and 1 wish to say that the editor was mistaken m his reply. “Klldee” has been published in me Seaside form (pocaet edition) and will be ordered. I suppose, by any book seller. Bonnie Violet, Charlie Chestnut and Creole Boy, we are pleased to have you with us. Come often. The Greek God, I do not live In your beautifi— Rock City, but just nineteen miles Boutb of It in a aear, pretty, Uttle town. I bave some dear friends mere though. Hypocrite, why choose snch a nom? Anna Greer, where are you? 0:d Maid, of the H., here’s a kiss for yon. I love good old maids and I am sure you are one. Tete-a-tete, I will be pleased to com spond with you. My address, I suppose, can be obtained from Aunt Judy. I. B. B., yonr letter was very interesting. But, I. B. B., I cannot agree In all yon say about dancing. I do think it wrong, especially the round dances. Young ladies allow young gentlemen privileges mat under other circumstances would be consider ed Improper. It Is said that in ancient times the sexes danced separately. If snch were the case now dancing would soon go out of fashion. We sbonld not allow ourselves to do anytblng that we would rot be willing to be found doing when the Fatner calls us, and surely none of us would like to he called from me ball-room l Wbo will agree with me? I feel sore Uncle Punch will; if for no other reason man because he is too old to dance. Blanch, have you enough stamps yet? If not, I bave more for you. Au revolrl Cecil. Dear Cousins: “It Is dark (for It is night) and dreary; It rains, and I am heartbroken and weary.” Mo I come to yon, L B., for consolation, although you did not tender me a welcome on my first visit. But ju«t rest assured I am not In me mast put out by It. Taerenow! Ctarlie Chestnut, you seem to be quite a beau among the girl Letter Boxers, and so X suppose I must follow suit and solicit you lor my “pardner” for the next one of ifij “fellows.” Won’t you be hlnf ? Ycu will be the only one I nave now, tor my last od» Uas given me the “go-by’ for not going to see somebody with him. But ("Chestnut”) I was reading one of your letters lo tne cousins, and so did not care to go Ah, roe, "A confession Is good for ihe soul ” Now, do pray write to me. My ad dress Is at Anntt-’s. Bonnie Sweet Bessie, you write Heavenly letters. I enjoy mem so much I Write often, won’t you? I agree with you and Starling about giving our dear, beloved Aunt Judy an Xmas gift. Left, sou are quite a poet. Keep on; “you will get mere bye ana bye.” I mean to be a famous poet. Am sorry you were disappointed la not get ting to see your sweetheart duriug the Fair. Bessie Connerly, you write a v-ry Interesting let- '<*r. Would like to get better acquainted with you. Would you mind writing to me? if not, you can get mv address (rom Aunt Judy. Patsy, I will welcome you thrice to our happy band. With armfuls of love and a bushel of kisses to the cousins, 1 am a girl with My cheeks as red as a red rose, My hair a Beautiful brown, And I bave changed iny Horn de plume to Thalia. The Sunny South FEMALE SEMIMKY, ATLMTA, CEORCIA. FACULTY: W. B. SEALS, A. M., Fesident, Professor of Natural and Moral Scienooa. Prof. GEO. C. LOONEY, A. M., Chair of Mathematics and Astronomy, Mrs. C. D. CRAWLEY, M. A, Chair of English Literature. Mlle. VICTORIA KONTZ, Chair of Ancient and Modern Language*. Mrs. L. n. SEALS, Principal of Preparatory Department, Prof. W. F. SEALS, Director of Music. Voice Culture. Madam VON DER HOYA SCHULTZE, Piano and Organ. Prof. W. F. CLARK, Violin and Comet. Prof. Wm. LYCETTE, Art Department. Prof. A. C. BRISCOE, Stenography. Miss JENNIE RUSHING, Telegraphy. FOREMAN OF “SUNNY SOUTH” OFFICE, Teacher of Type Setting. ’ Miss LILY MAY DANFORTH, Calligraphy. Mrs. W. F. SEALS, Supt. Boarding Department. Mrs. GEO. C. LOONEY, Matron. The departments are well nigh fnll, and an earlf application is Important to secure a goo. place for me next term. Our object Is to meet, as far as practicable, a long- f. It want In the South, viz: a thorough literary and practical business education for females. Every member of our faculty Is an experienced ed ucator. All are acknowledged to stand abreast with me best teachers of the State, in their respective departments, while some enjoy even a national rep utation. Anyone haying girls to educate Is respectfully re ferred to the State at large for character, scholar ship and management. new features. With a view to making our course of study emi nently practical, Telegraphy, Calligraphy, Phonogra phy, Book-keeping and lyi-e-setting, or Journalism, will be introduced as specia departments. A grad ate of this school takes along with her a profession adapted to her sex, and which fits her to enter at once upon an active business life. In no other school in me South will she find these advantages. ATLANTA AS A LOCATION. Of all points in the South, not one combines so many of the essentials for a school of me ohaiactsc proposed, as Atlanta. It is 1160 feet above sea level. It is blest with pure water and good air. It is healthy. It has never been visited by an epidemic of any kind. It is ont of the range of storms and cyclones. It is the capital of the State, where pupils can see and hear all the celebrities of the day- It is a progressive city, where everything new in science and art is sure to come. It is a city of churches, and is without a peer In the observance of the Sabbath. Its people are cultivated and refined, and Its mo rality is phenomenal. It is me music center of me South, and ita very aly is ladened with music. It is convenient, being a railroad center. GENEBAL INFORMATION. This school is not denominational. Boarding pu pils will attend the church specified by their parents. The number of pupils will be limited to sixty, and in no event will more man that number be received Tuition must be paid monthly in advanoe, and no deduction will be made except in cases of sloknssa protracted beyond two weeks. Ah experienced house keeper will take charge of the boarding department, and a skillful physician will look after me health of the pupils. The daily sessions will be six hours, beginning In the morning at eight o’clock, and dismissing at 1:30 in the afternoon, with two hours' intermission at noon and two recesses. We do not like the one ses sion plan, as now taught in our popular schools. The government of me school will be humans, but firm. UNIFORM. In order to prevent extravagance, a uniform to be worn by the pupils to church or on the street has been adopted, which will be made known to any one W. B. SEALS. President. My Dear A untie: Here lam again, and please do not cast mo beneath your notice imo that fatal “scrappy” w. b. Auntie. I have come to defend my self. IJust think It Is an awful shame because I’m little, for one of the cousins to call me a flirt. Ah! Mernelle, thou false accuser! Cousins, don’t you think It’s wrong, awfully wruDg? I am not the least bit of a flirt, and I love all of me cousins, too. Mernelle, you must remember that Charlie Chest nut is my "cos.” and i can like him if I want to— with his permission. But I don't think I will ever write an< more letters if they souod flirty. Bonnie S a. ano Red Head. I always love to read your letters, and in reality 1 love to read all of tho boys and girls’ letters. Ivy Evergreen, of the H maehold. wto are yon? I used to visit your lltne city qnite often, but I didn’t leave my heait with it. fl. M. Do you know MissM. L ? I thank yon, Auntie, for being so kind as to pub lish my little unfavorable letter, and kiss my bead to all of the cousins and slip out Into that high snow bank where I belong, and no one win ever hear auy more from Little Snowdrop. Dear'Aunt Judy and (ousins: With ffear and trembling I am penning mis. my first request for s dmlttaoce wltnin me charmed and charming circle of Letter Boxers. The said fear aud trembling is caused by a vision of mat same "monstrous aooarltion” which seems to have so appalled “The Greek God,” and which “Creole Boy” so appropriately nestgnates “that thriving demon!” onould this effusion, however, escape Its capacious maw, then who will bid me welcome? I thick the dear “Sunny South” Is so delicious, and especially that corner devoted to my beloved auntie and Cousins. Tnat calamity (?) creaded by “Donahue” has occurred; I have already tell—but there, I mustn’t say too much in my fltst attempt—so, again, who will welcome Bannockburn? M\j Dear Aunt Judy and Cousins: This Is the first lime I have a.tempted to wrue to you lam twelve years old and have brown eyes and dark hair. Am rather small lor the cousins to write to. I like all the cousins very much. Papa takes many papers, but me Sunny South is mv favt rite. I like te read the letters ol the near cousins. WeU, I will close for fear my letter will go In me waste basket. Will some one welcome Little Nellie? Fitten Building, Atlanta, Ga. Most practical College South. Best course at least cost. Send for catalogue. Mention the Bunny South. (62fi-2m Republic of Texas--Land Grants. We have an abstract ol every valid grant, certifi cate, and patent ever Issued by Spain, Mexico, tbe Ei public or State of Texas. Correspondence has also been opened with reliable attorneys in every coart district of Texas. Soldiers of me Texan Revolution (1835-1837) were entitled to grants ol bounty land rauging trom 320 to 1,920 acits, and Immigrants from 320 to 4 605 acres. Parties whose relatives emigrated to Texas In early times or who were soldiers in her army In tbe war of Independence (1835-'37) may find It to their Interest to communicate with us. CBEECH & CO. Mahler Building, Raleigh, N. C. 630—2t MUSICilMMUSIC SEND. | O UTS-1 f< r one ut 30 cts I for four cuoice I nieces- music.I Regular price, $1 85. Pres. Cleveland s March, Portrait, Schlelfarth, 40 c. Gen. Boulanger’s March, Great hit, Rosewig, 35 c. Sweetheart Waltzes. Gtpsv Baron, - - Strauss, 75 c. Call Me Back Soho-ttsue. Very popular, Fisher. 35 c. Catalogue ol 2 I 53 pieces | O c int music maned b. S. R. HUYExT, St. Joseph, Mo. SEA SHELLS! 1 Do you want a collection of rare and beautiful shells, no two alike, at one cent each postpaid? These are me smaller shells. Remit by P. O. money order, money or stamps. Register If money or stamps over one dollar. If large shells are wanted, or over two ponnds weight, they will be sent by express at purchaser's expense. Address FLORIDA CURIOSITY CO., 621-3 m St. James, Fla. Old Pictures Copied and Enlarged Agents wanted In every town and connty In ma South. Bead for terms and olrcolars. If yon can not take an agency get oar retail prices and sand pictures dlrectto us, they will be dona promptly and in best style. Address SOUTHERN COPYING OO., No. e Marietta street, Atlanta. Ga. 282-tf ORPHAN CIRL& WANTED. Six bright orphan gir s. from 12 o 15 years of age, wanted o learn the book publishing business Most read and write well. Permanent homes aud all ex penses secured. Best of references as t j family and character required. Address in own handwriting, bOOl PUBLISHER. Care SUsny South. 630-tf Atlauta, Ga. ENGLAND AND FRANCE. In addition to oar home practice, legal bnslnen of every description undertaken In the above coun tries, including recovery of debts and claims, bank ruptcy, common law, chancery, probata and admin istration, divorce, shipping, conveyancing, compa ny law and sales and purchases of real and perso nal property. To effectuate the above purpose wn have formed business connections with responsible and efficient lawyers in London and Paris. BROYLES Sc JOHNSTON, Attorneys-at-Law. No. 8 S. Broad Street. Atlanta, Ga. 583-tf Grand Holiday Excursion, DECEMBER 21,22 and 23, ’87, FROM Arkansas and Texas TO Alabama, Georgia, and the Carolinas. ONE FARE ROUND TRIP. 7^=*See that your tickets read via Birming ham, Ala., and the Georgia Pacific Railway. For full particulars, address ALEX. S. THWEATT, Gen. Excursion Agent, Grand Windsor Hotel, Dallas, Texas.
