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THE WORLD'S.DBSIRE.
A STORY OF OLD GREEK AND EGYPTIAN LIFE.
BY .
H. K1DEU HAGGARD AND ANDREW LANG.
YOH.
A Tradition of the Cherokees of
Toccoa.
CHAPTER Vill.
“These things are not without the
Gods,” st-ld the Wanderer, who was
called Epentad, when he had heard all
the tale of Bei the Priest, son of Pames,
the Head architect, the commander of
the Legion of Amen. Then he sat silent
for awhile, and at last raised his eyes
aud looked upon the old man.
“Thou hast told a strange tale, Rei.
Over many a sea have I wandered, and
in many a land have I sojourned. 1 have
eeen the ways of many peoples, and have
beard the voioes of the immortal Gods.
Dreams have come to me and marvels
have compassed me about. It had been
laid upon me to go down into Hades,
that land which thou namest Amenti,
and to look on the tribes of the Dead:
but never till now have I known so
strange a thing. For, mark thou, when
first I saw the face of this fair Queen of
thine, I thought she looked upon me
strangely as one who know my face. And
now, Rei, if thou spsakest truth, she
deems that she has met ms in the ways
of night and magic. Say, then, who was
tue man of the vision of the Queen, the
man with dara and curling locus, clad in
golden armor after tbe fashioa of the
Achiexns whom ye name the Aquaiuiha,
wearing on his head a golden helm,
wherein was fixed a broken spear?”
“Before me sits such a man,” said Rei,
“or perchance it is a God that my eyes
behold.”
* No God am I,” quoth the Wanderer,
smiling, “though tue Sidouians deemed
mo noyess when the black bow twanged
and the swift shafts fie w. Read me the
riddle, thou that art instructed.”
Now the aged Priest looked upon tbe
ground, then turned his eyes upward,
and with mattering lipe prayed to Troth,
the God of Wisdom. And when he had
made an end of prayer he spoke:
“Thon art the man,” he said. “Oat oT
tbe sea thon hast come to bring the
doom of love on th* Lady Meriamnn and
on thyself the doom of death. This I
know, bat of the rest I know nothing.
Now, i prsy thes, oh thou who comest
in the armor of the Nortu, thou whose
facs is clothed in beauty, and who art of
all men the mightiest and hast of all
men the sweetest and most guileful
tongue, go back, go back into the sea
wnence thou earnest and the lands
whence thou hast wandered.”
■‘Not thus eaaily may men escape their
doom,” qnoth the Wanderer. “My death
may come, as come it must; but know
this, Rei: X do not seek the love of Meria-
mun.” >
“Then it well may chance that thon
shalt find it, for ever those who seek love
lose, and those who seek not find.”
“I am come to seek auotuer love,” said
the Wanderer, “and I seek her till I die.”
‘‘Then i pray the Gods that thon may-
eat find her, aud that Kaem may thus be
saved from sorrow. But here in Egypt
there is no woman so fair aa Meriamun,
and thon mast seek farther as quickly as
may be. And now Eperitus, behold X
most away to do service in the temple of
the Holy Amen, for I am his High Priest.
But 1 am commanded by Pnaraoh first to
bring tuee to the feast at the Palace.”
Then he led the Wanderer from his
chamber and brought him by a side en-
trace to tbe great Palace of Pnaraoh at
Tania, near tbe Temple of Ptah. And
first be took him to s chamber that had
been made ready for him in the Palace, a
beautiful chamber, richly painted with
ivory chairs and coaches of ebony and
silver, and with a glided bed.
Then the Wanderer went into the shin
ing baths, and girls bathed him and
anointed him with fragrant oil, and
crowned him with lotus flowers When
they had bathed him they bade him lay
aside his golden armor and his bow, and
the quiver full of arrows, but this tbe
Wanderer would not do, for as he laid
the black bow down it thrilled with a
thin sound of war. Ho Ral led him, arm
ed as he was, to a c.rtaln antechamber,
and there he left nlm, saying that he
Wonld return again when the feast was
.im, eaiini ju r — to^arMHl^
her shining liinos were veiled in broider
•d silk; abou:, her shoulders was a purple
fobe, and round her neck and arms were
tings of weilwroognt gold. Sue was
stately and splendid to see, with pale
brows ana beautiful, disdainful eyes,
wnere dreams seemed to aleeo beneath the
shadow of her eyelashes. Oa she swept
in ail ner pride of beauty, aud behind her
came the Pnataoh. He was a tail man,
bat 111 made and heavy browed, and to
the Wanaerer it seemed that he was
heavy hearted too, and that care and ter
rorof evil to come were always in his
mind
Meriamnn looked np swiftlj:
“Greeting, S.ranger,” sue Hn;d. “Thon
comest in warlike guise to grace our
feast? ’
‘Mcthooght, Royal Lidy, he made an
swer, * tnai anon wneu I w.uld have laid
it by, Lbrn bow of mine sang to aie of
present war. Therefore am I come arm
ea— ven to tby feast.”
“Hait::y ho v such foie-iight, E. eritus?
sale the Queen. “I nave heard bat once
of such a weapon, and that in a min
strei's ta e He came to our court with
his tyre from i ie Nur.hern Sea, and he
sang of tue Bow of Ojysseus.”
Minstrel or not, thon dost well to come
arm.-o, Wanierer.” said the Pharaoh;
‘ lor i tny bow sing, my own heart mat
tors much to nib of war to be.”
“Folio w me, Wanderer, however it fall
out,” said the Queen.
So be followeu her and the Pharaoh till
they came to a splendid nail, carven
round with images of fighting and feast
ing. Her.-, on the painted walls, Raineses
Miamun drove the thousands of the
Khita before his valor; here men hunted
wild fowl through tbe marshes with a
great cat for their bou ud. Never bed the
Wanderer beheld such a hail since he
supped with the Sea King of the fairy
isle. On the dais, raised above the rest,
sat the Pharaoh, and by hi m sat Meria
man, tne Queen, and by the Qneen sat
the Wanderer in the golden armor of
Paris, and he leaned the black bow
against his ivory chair.
Now, tbe feast went on, and men ate
and drank. The Queen spoke little, but
she watched the Wane erer beneath the
lids of her deep-fringed eyes.
Suddenly, as they feasted and were
merry, the doors at tbe end of the cham
ber were thrown wide, the guards fell
back in fear, and behold, at tbe end of
tbe hall, stood two men. Their faces
were tawny, dry, wasted with desert
wandering; their noeea were hooked like
eagles’ beau, and their eyes were yellow
aa the eyes of lions. They were clad in
rough sains of beasts, girdled abont their
waists with leathern thongs, and fiercely
they lilted their naked arms and waved
their wands of cedar. Both men were
old, one was white bearded, the other
was shaven smooth like the priests of
Egypt. As they lifted the rods on high
the guards shrank like beaten hounds,
and all the guests bid their faces, save
Meriamun and the Wanderer alone. Even
Pnaraoh dared not look on them, but he
murmured agrily In hie beard:
“By the name of Oairis,” he said, “here
be those soothsayers of the Apnra once
again. Now death waits on those who
let them pus the doom.”
Then one of the two men, who was
shaven like a priest, cried with a great
voice:
“Pharaoh! Pharaoh! Pharaoh! Hearken
to the word of Jahveh. Wilt thon lot the
^fUTnot let them go.” ho answered.
“Pharaoh! Pharaoh! Pharaoh! Hearken
to the word of Jahveh. If thon wilt not
let the people go, thon shall ail the first
born of Khem, of the Prince and the
slave, of the ox and the ass, be smitten
of Jahveb. Wilt thou let the people go? ’’
Now Pnaraoh hearkened, and thou
who were at the feast rose and cried with
a loud voice:
“O Pharaoh! let the people go. Groat
woes are fallen upon Khem because of
the Apnra. O Pharaoh, lot the people
go!”
Now Pharaoh’s heart was softened and
he was minded to lot them go, hot Merle-
man tamed to him and said:
“Thou shalt not let the people go. It is
not these slaves, nor the God of these
slaves, who bring the plagues on Khem,
bat it Is that strange Goddess the False
Hathor, who dwells here in the city of
Tanis. Ba not so fearful—ever hadst
thou a coward heart. Drive the False
Hathor hence if thon wilt, bat bold these
slaves to thellr bondage. I still have
cities that must be bait, and yon slaves
shall build them.”
Then the Pharaoh cried:
“Hence! 1 bid ye. Hence, and to mor
row shall your people be laden with a
doable burden and their backs shall be
red ivtth stripes. 1 will not let the peo
pie go!”
Tuouthe two men cried aloud, and,
pointing upward with their staffs, they
vanished from the hall, and none dared
to lay hands on them, hot those who sat
at the feast murmured much.
Now the Wanderer marvelled why Pha
raoh did not command the guards to cut
down these unbidden guests, who spoiled
bis festival. The Queen Meriamun.saw
the wonder in bis eyes and turned to
him:
“Know thon, Eperitus,” she said, “that
great plagues have come of late on this
land of ours—plagues of lice and frogs
and flies and darkness, and th- changing
of pure water into blood. And these
things onr Lard the Pharaoh deems have
been brought upon us by the curse of
yonder magicians, conjurers, and priests
among certain s aves who work in the
land at the building of our cities. Bat I
Icdow well that the curses come on us
irom Hathor, the Lady of Lave, because
of that woman who hath set herself up
In-re in Tanis, and is worshipped as the
Hathor.”
“Why then, O Queen,” said the Wan
derer, “is this false Goddess suffered to
abide in yonr fair city, for, as I know
well, the immortal Gods are ever angered
with those who turn from their worship
to bow before strange altars.”
“Why is she suffered! Nay, ask of
Pharaoh my Lord. Methlnka it is be
cause her beauty is more than the beauty
of women, so the men say who have
looked on it, bat I have not seen it, for
only those men see it who go to worship
at her shiine, and then from afar. It is
not meet that the Queen of all the Lands
should worship at t e shrine of a strange
woman, come—like thyself, Eperitus
from none knows where, if indeed she be
a woman and not a fiend from the Under
World. But if thon wonldst learn more
ask my Lard, the Pharaoh, for he knows
tbe shrine or the False Hathor, and he
knows who guards it, and what it is that
bars the way.”
Now, the Wanderer turned to Pharaoh,
saying:
“O Pharaoh, may I know the truth of
this mystery? ’
Then Meneptah looked np, and there
was doubt and trouble on his heavy
face.
“1 will tell thee readily, thon Wander
er, for perchance each a man as thon,
who hast traveled in many lands and seen
the faces of many Gods, may understand
the tale, and may help me. In the days
of my father, the holy R tmeses Miamua,
the keepers of the temple of the Divine
Hathor awoke, and lo! In the sanctuary
of the temple was a woman in the garb
of Aquaiosha, who was beauty’s self.
Bat when they looked upon her none
coaid tell the semblanc > of her beauty,
for to one she seemed dark and to an
other fair, and to each man of them she
showed an altercMl loveliness. She smiled
upon them and sang most s weetly, and
love entered their hearts, so that it seem
ed to each man that she only was his
heart’s desire. Bat when any man won d
have c ime nearer and embraced her
there was that about her which drove
him back, and if he strove again, behold,
he fell down dead. So at last they sab
dued their hearts and desired her no
mors, bnt worshipped her as the Hathor
come to earth and made offerings of food
and drink to her, and prayers. 8 j three
years passed, and at the end of the third
year the keepers of the temple looked
and the Hathor was gone. Nothing re
mained of her but a memory. Yet there
were some who said that this memory
was dearer than all else that the world
has to give.
‘ T wenty more seasons went by, and I
sat upon the throne of my Father, and
was Lard of the Doable Crown. And, on
a day, a messenger cayie running and
cr *.?£~ D —— Moautjr' like the Dawn.
And as of old she sang sweet songs, and,
to each man who heard her voice was the
voice of his own bsloved living and lost
to him, or dead and lost. And every man
has snch a grave in his heart as that
whence Hathor seemed to rise in change
ful beauty. Month by month she sings
tuns, one day in every month, and many
a man has sought to win her and her fa
vor, bnt in the doorways are they who
meet and press him back; and if he still
struggles on, there comes a clang of
sworos and he falls dead, bat no wound
is found on him. Now, Wanderer, this is
truth, for I myself have striven and have
been pressed back by that which guards
her. But 1 alone of men who have look
ed on her and heard her,(strove not a gtc
ond time, and so saved myself alive.”
“Tnou alone of men lovest life mare
than the World’s Desire!” said the Queen.
“Tnou hast ever Biokened for the love of
this strange witch, bnt thy life thou lov-
eat even better than her beauty, and thou
duet not dare attempt aeain the adven
ture of her embrace. Kaow, Eperitus,
that this sorrow is come upon tne land,
that all men love yonder witch and rave
of ner, and toeacn she wears a different
face and sings in another voice. When
she stands upon the Pylon then thou
wilt see the madness with which she has
smitten them. Far they will rush
through the Temple courts and up to the
Tempie doors, and be thrust bacx again
by that which guards her. But some will
yet strive madly on and thon wilt hear
the clash of arms and they will rail dead
before thee. Accursed is the land, 1 tell
thee, Wanderer; because of that Phan
tom it is accursed. For it is she who
brings these woes on Khem: from her,
not irom onr slaves and their and eon*
Jurers, come plagues, I say, and all evil
tnlngs. And till man be found who may
pass her guard and come face to face with
the witch and slay her, plagues and woes
and evil things shall ba tbe daily b.ead
of Khem. Perchance, Wanderer, thon
art such a man,” and she looked on him
st angely. “ Yet if so, this is my counsel,
that thou go not np against.her, lest thon
slsobe bewitched and a great man be
lost to ns.”
Now the Wanderer turned the matter
over in his heart and made answer:
“Perchance, Lady, my strength and
the favor of the Goaa might serve me in
such a quest. But methinks this woman
is meeter for words of love and the kisses
of men than to be slain with the sharp
sword, If, indeed, she be not of the num
ber of the Immortals.”
Now Meriamun flushed and frowned:
“it Is not fitting so to talk before me,”
she said. “Of this bo sure, that if the
witch may be come at, she shall be slain
and given to Osiris for a bride.”
Now the Wanderer saw that the Lady
Meriamnn was jealous of the beauty and
renown and love of her who dwelt in the
Temple, and waa called the Strange
Hathor, and ho hold his peace, for he
know when to bo silent.
(To be Continued.)
HOW WE LIVE.
Five hundred million of the earth’s popu
lation live in booses.
Seven hundred millions of the dwellers
on the globe live in hats and caves.
Seven hundred millions of the world’s
people never cover only portions of their
bodies.
Two handled and fifty millions of living
human beings on tha earth virtually bars
no shelter.
Two hundred and fifty millions of human
belnjp wear nothing—in other words, habit
ually go naked.
Five’hundred millions of the inhabitants,
of the globe are well clothed—that is, Umj
In the forests of Washington and BrUfat
Colombia trees are seen dripping copiously
daring clear, bright days, when no dew ta
visible elsewhere. The dripping is so pro
fuse that the ground underneath is
saturated. The phenomenon in this ease
Is caused" by the remarkable condensing
newer of the leaves of the fir.
BY META TELFAIR M UWS
ANY years antedating
the time when the
Spaniard or the Anglo
Saxon inhabited
American shores o r
American forests,
there arose a sanguin
ary fend between two
tribes o f Cherokees
who hunted and
roamed throughout
tbe region known at
the present day as
Northeast Georgia
Here, amid mountain glena and rocky
fastnesses, meanders an insignificant
stream whleh, with one happy bound
over a high ledge of rook, forms the eaa
cade that bears tbe appropriate name,
Toccoa (meaning beautiful.)
In pre historic times, Toccoa oonstltut
ed a nominal boundary between the
country of the opposing Indian factions.
For the hostile feeling existing between
these tribes various causes were assigned.
Some held that the rancorous hatred en
tertained by C alula’s leading warriors
against their neighbor, Naula’s tribe,
was tbe growth of many centuries; in a
word, it was an hereditary grudge.
Notwithstanding the many unauthenti
cated reports that were in circulation on
this subject, there was one which found
a general acceptance. All admitted that
that which contributed more than any
thing else toward bringing about the re
gretied unpleasantness was the abduc
tion of Yoh, the lovely daughter of Naula,
oy Little Raven, the eon of the Sachem
Chinla.
Wnen mere babes had these young In
di <ns played together in the wild woods.
Witn his blowgnn would Little Raven
kill the squirel and rabbit, and tbe man
tie of bis oeautiful Yoh wonld he adorn
with their tails. These two children of
the mountains would climb the heights
for nuts and wild fruit, and witn the
juice of the scarlet berry wonld they
tattoo their tawny flesh.
Among all nations and in all dimes is
tbe language of the heart the same.
Lovers, os they red or white skins, make
tne same solemn pledges and have the
same fancied wrongs.
As Little Haven and Yoh grew older
their childish regard ripened into a deep
er and tenderer feeling. Tne juvenile
sports of early days had engen
dered a strong congeniality, which in
time terminated in an all absorbing
passion. When apart these lovers were
miserable, and a separation of many
weeks or days wonld almost drive them
to frenzy.
When Nsnla discovered that his daugh
ter madly loved the handsome and oar
lng Little Raven, the hatred that long
had rankled in his heart for his sister
tribe and its doughty chief burst forth
with all the violence of long pent up
waters. Tne slightest encroachment on
Mb domain by any member of taat tribe
wonld meet with most speedy punish
ment. Forsooth, the life of the old
Sachem was made unbearable by the
thought of hii daughter's Infatuation for
Chiula’s son.
Little Raven and Yoh saw the course
events were taking. Nevertheless, they
determined to bravely stand by each
other, even if by sj doing they had to
resist the fury of their whole raoe. What
cared they for parental or tribal animosi
ties, when in themselves were centered
tue whole world! All they conld do waa
to bide their time and trust to the fdtnre
to alleviate their woes. But youth ever
is sanguine, and many are the disappoint
meats that await its rash resolves and an
reasonable expectations. Thus it was
with Little Raven and Yoh. As time
wore on they found that the oppoaition
to their onion waa more and more violent.
In older for them to meet at all it now
became necessary to have reconrse to
most crafty expedients.
Yoh began to pine away for the com
panionship of her loved Little Raven, and
the agile young Warrior grew sick and
melancholy over f ne castigations inflict
ed by a cruel fatal
Bo, to keep themselves constantly
presentJn^ejjch ofis-^
from its plaoe unless he was scalped by
an enemy.
A couple of years passed, and still came
abont no abatement of parental fury.
The brave son of Chinla was well nlgu
desperate. Finally, not being able to
secure the girl of his choice by fair means,
he concluded to adopt more forceful
measures.
One dark, stormy night, when he knew
there wonld be little possibility of detec
tion, he stealtMly directed his steps to
the wigwam in the small Cherokee vil
lage where dwelt his enemies, but where
reposed the idol of his heart. To per
suade his devoted Yoh to fly with him re
q aired only a few honeyed words.
Taking her away from the home of her
obdurate parent. Little Raven led her to
his village beyond the falls, where he
thought they could live and love each
other in undisturbed serenity.
When Nauia awoke next morning and
found that his daughter had disappeared
from his hat his rage knew no bounds.
He vowed vengeance against the whole
clan to which belonged the audacious
Little Baven. Straightway sent he one
of his people to the royal father of the
abductor, with the message that if his
daughter was not restored a war cry
wonld be raised that would resound from
peak to crag and all throughout the
valleys.
Yet, alas! the messenger seDt by Naula
soon returned to his chief without hav
ing secured the prize he sought. The
anger of the aged father was so great
that be called for his tomahawk and
wonld have flayed alive the unsuccessful
courier if some humane warriors had
not interceded in his behalf.
Before many days had passed another
messenger was despatched by the irate
Sachem, and this time, as before, he car
ried with him the pretentious words.
Now,the enemies of Nanla began to real
ize tne weight or his utterances. His
daughter they, naturally enough, looked
upon as a sort of firebrand that had fal
len in their midst. They wanted to rid
themselves as quickly as possible of this
dangerous intruder—this offspring of a
bloodthirsty neighbor. So it came to
pass that the head men of the town call
eda council meeting, and around the
fires they decided to compel Little Baven,
upon peril of giving np his life, to re
nonnoo all claim to the beantl ul Yoh
and return her to her dangerous par
ent.
Notwithstanding this fearful threat
made by his own people, Little Raven
persisted in clinging to her he loved, even
if by so doing he did fan the risk of loe-
iag his head.
Several days elapsed. Still no attempt
was made by CMula’s people te carry in
to execution their murderous designs.
The amorous bridegroom began to think
that, after all, sweet evietenee was se
renely to be hie for some years to oome,
and accordingly went aboqt his' dally
tasks with quite a feeling of security.
But this felicitous state of affairs was
destined not to be of long eontinuanee.
At an early hour one bright morning
earns another messenger from Yoh’s
wrathful father, and on this occasion the
message sent was moropenownl and of a
very alarming character. Little Raven
was warned to mako his peace with the
Greet Spirit, for before the sun set twice
him absent from bar aids until at least
tbe time specified in the fatal miss age
bad expired.
Little Raven only soofied at the wild
Imaginings of bis solicitous Yoh. He
urged that a hardy brave should aotfear
man’s enmity, and reassured her by ad
ding that his stranger in and skillful bis
couid keep at bay many of Naula's clan.
So off went Little R tven, cautiously, to
tbe hunt.
The day wore on until at last it was
sunset. The hour had arrived for Littic
Raven's coming. Sttll the young warrior
did not appear. Anxiously Y h lift her
wigwam and went all about the sur
rounding woods in search of her darliDg
Madly she wandered in tbe forest
throughout the - night, calling for her
absent lover. , v
Not once during these hoars of dark
ness did that wretched yonng wife close
her weary eyelids.
Again tbe day moon shed its effulgent
beams over the hills and glens of the
Cherokee country; yet nowhere oonld
Little Raven be found!
A new thought now entered the mind
of the despairing Yoh. Immediately
wonld she go to the famous “chopped
oek” and see if or ils bark she canid de
tect a recent indlston. if so, she then
would know the fate of her unfortunate
Little Raven.
Footsore and crushed in spirit, the
beautiful Indian bride fought her way
th rough the unbroken wilderness. Food
she had not tasted- tor many hoars. To
find her Little Raven was the one idea
that possessed her being. Naught cared
she for that which would sustain lift!, if
she could not hear, of her lover. Whet
had existence and tbs world to offer, if
he was no more?
At length, coming near to the soot
where stood the tree she sought, Yon
looked searchingly at its luxuriant foli
age, casting shadows all around. Slower
aud slower was hec-qatce as she advanced
toward its dreaded trank. To her eyes
all objBCts were lost. Only the disfigured
body of the oak, with its hundreds of
gashes, was seen by the desperate girl;
and lo! what was that she baheid benaath
the many time-worn cuts on tb«t surface?
Did ber senses deceive her! Could it be
a new incision? Wildly she plunged for
ward. Alas! there it was, a horrible re
allty—a fresh cut had just been made!
Madly Yo a threw herself down before tbe
mark that told or the sacrifice of her idol.
With her teeth she bit the grass growing
about,and with her fingers palled her
raven tresses until they were almost torn
from her head. Rising to her feet, she
flung her arms around the body of the
oak and cast herself violently against 1L
Happening after awhile to glance np,
the desperate daughter of Naula saw
dangling from a tall stick .planted near
by in the ground, a curious something
which, upon examination, proved to be
a scalp. What should she discover hang
log from the centre of this bnt the lock
of hair tfaat-she had given her lover, and
which he had sworn shonld never leave
hie head nniess his scalp were takenl
Yoh knsw that her peope had hang
this scalp oF her Little Raven on this
stake, so that she cor’A^see it when she
came to the“chopp* Xtk” to find out if
he had been slain. f
Turning away from the awful specta
cle, the Cherokee girl instantly took up
the trail that led to Toccoa Falla. Her
lips were firmly set together and the ex
pression on her face showed that a strong
resolve had taken possession of her
mind. Sbeooniu not live with her own
tribe, for they had murdered her Little
Raven; and with her Little Raven’s tribe
she could not live, for they hated her like
a spirit or evil. So she resolved she
would go and Join her darling in the big
Hunting Gronnds, where they conld
dwell together in peace and safety.
On the morning afterword, at the foot
of the tall perpendicular rock over which
dashes in wild beauty the lovely cascade
of Toccoa, was found by a party of roving
Indians the body of Nanls's unhappy
daughter.
Tradition says that as from its watery
bed was drawn the lifeless form, a feeble
cry passed Its lips: “Little Raven! Little
Raven!” Then the dying girl fell beck
and expired.
On a small cliff overhanging the falls
was Yoh laid to rest, and even now, as
the mountain zephyrs waft their balmy
breezes through the sylvan solitudes,
they seem to whisper the name of her
who gave np her lire for him ehe loved!
Having heard the story of the beautiful
Yoh, we wonder not at the ill feeling that
for so long existed between the Chero
kees abont Toccoa Falls. And not until
the Eurdnean came to cbtim this land of
enchantment did their civil strifes cease.
amityi'ot Indian became
■to*.
OLE AUNT EMM.
Her Dialectical Opinion of Past, Pres
ent and Future.
BY JESSIE BOSE.
HE following soliloquy,
I ueard one morning as
I sat at needle work on
the piazza of my house,
which was in rather too
close proximity to sever
al negro cabins:
1 am not able ta give
the dialogue exactly aa
it came from the old ne
gro’s lips, being unac
customed to the negro
dialect, bnt the following
_ is as near as I remember
the old woman’s opinions, ventilated as
she was seated on the dilapidated steps
of tha hut in which she and her husband
lived. Her pips was in her month, in an
upside down position, suggestive of.the
emptiness of human happiness and of
her own personal wants in particular.
About half a dozen negroes of various
ages were lying indolently around listen
ing to her discourse, as she proceeded to
enlighten the rising generation:
“I tell ytr what it is: yer niggers, jes
sprawling roan dar as z i yer ad uuffi i to
da in dis ere World;aa dat Pete Jones ober
dar,cos 1m bin ,up Norf wld wnlte folks,
he astiokin upob his hand an grianin as
do he kuowd sainpin. 1 toll you dem
white folks up dar in dat cold climate
don’t oeg-.u to know nuttii boat you nig
g«rs in ais ear oouf. Dat was de wus
uay’s nap, a to you niggers whe i wa was
freed; dat means nuffi i but de beginnin
ob trouble an hard times. 1 mind de day
whun my young Mias, sue come to me a
lookin sert a sad like, and ses,
“Aunt Emm, i wanty ou please to wash
my wnlte dress, cos some one’s cumin to
night,” and she looked just bright all
over for a bit; then she see, “Aunt E mm,
yon know you’s free now and you don’t
oiong to us any more, but you mas work
for yonr self and we most pay yon for
what yon do for ns.”
“Why, honey, 1 ses, if I don’t blong to
yon all, who does I blong to? if Masse
Graham leaves ns to ourselves I don’t
know whet’ll oome ob os.”
“Oh, cant Emm,” she says, quite hope
fbl like,” yon pat yonr trust in de good
Lewd, end He’ll take care ob yon jus de
seme aa we heb tried to do.”
I member as ow she paid me for de
woshin ob dat dress; it was ds fas day’s
wage I ebber receib. I was jus as dignaut
at ner thinkin I ud take money, me as ad
done nnssed her and bln her mammy
since she war fast a baby. “Ain’t yon a
bln paying me ail dese years, honey,” I
ses, “wld yonr sweet ways and toes-
Inga?”
Dat waa de wus day’s work I eber did.
I tell ye, you kin laff, you lazy wool ed,
Jemima Jane, ober dar a grlnnln, bnt I
tell yer many ob my tears der was as
dropped into dat wash tub dat dayl And
the taitufal old negro draws a draggled
sleeve across her dusky face at the recol
lection. “Ah! Due dat dress was got up
real nice and mighty pleased she was wld
it—bless her!”
Sue pot a quarter into my hand when
I goes an laid it on her bed ready for her
to put on. “Wat dis for, Miss Hattie?” I
ses.
“Why, it’s to pay for my dress, anntie,”
she says, and smiles at the strangeness
ob de transaction i guesses; bat I tell
yer, Chilians, 1 dld’nt do no laifia, I jes
pats my upon ober my head and lays
a iself on de mantel in her room an er X
d’nt a cried my heart would just a
basted sore naff. She oome an put her
white arms roun my neck an we cried
together, we did, and she says, “We most
get use to it, Mammy dear,” fer dat was
as de law ses we has to do.
Well, I took dat quarter and I went and
bought some ob ae finest Jane apples
you eber see from Tom Little on de nex
plantation; bat mi! ow de ole misses did
Boole me for dat piece ob bisnea, for Miss
Hattie was jss sick as could be all de
night from urn.
“Why, sakes alive!” and Aunt Emm
warning with her subject fluurishes the
empty pipe in the air; “many’s tne whip-
pin 1 oegged pie Massa Graham tci gib
Then and How.
In the old days hi the gloaming
She wonld musing sit and watt
TUI she heard his welcome handclasp
Clutching at the garden gate.
How she hears him at the door knob,
But his words scant hearing win.
As with broken voice he begs her
To come down and let him In.
—Philadelphia Times
He Would Hot Be Bluffed.
“You would love me just as much, would
you not, George, if I wasn’t a rich man’s
daughter?”
“Sure,” said George.
“Well, I ain’t.”
“No?”
“Father has failed,” said the beautiful
girl as she watched George closely. "He
has failed and has placed all his property
in mother’s name, and now I am a rich
woman’s daughter.”
“I call all such bluffs as that,” solilo
quized George an hour later, as he walked
home bathed in the glorious light of the
full moon.—St. Paul Pioneer Press.
Vindicating Himself.
“Let go of my hand, Harry,” pouted the
maiden. “I’ll button thia one myself You
would never make a prize fighter. ”
“Why not?” asked Harry.
“Because you are so awkward with the
gloves.”
"Wouldn’t make a prize fighter,wouldn’t
I?” he retorted hotly. “See bow skillfully
I can get one in on your mouth!”
And he did, and followed it up with sev
eral others. But she was a young woman
who could stand a great deal of punish
ment.—Chicago Tribune.
Nice Discrimination.
Mr. Tapely Yardstick (watching the roll
ing surf)—Ah, Miss Griggsley. see those
magnificent cheviots.
Miss Griggsley—Those what?
Mr. T. Y.—Those magnificent cheviots.
Miss G.—Mr. Yardstick, what are you
talking about?
Mr. T. Y.—Ah, well, only those in the
business know how to discriminate. Now
probably you wonld call those heavy surges.
—Boston Times.
Text Book Revision.
Teacher of Natural History (to a class of
young women)—Is it true than animals
feel affection?
Young Woman—Yes, in almost all cases.
Teacher—Name the animal that feels
most affection for man.
Young Woman—Woman!—New York
Herald.
Bats Are Blind.
Just why the bat don’t hit the ball
That’s on a curve Inclined
Is possibly because the bat
Proverbially Is blind.
—Philadelphia Timm.
TURF NOTES.
my ole man th’ar; it war de only
More Chance for Experiment.
Doctor—He insulted mel He said he
wouldn’t have me attend a cat for him.
Maud—Well, now, I think that was un
kind of him. I don’t see why he should
fear to intrust a cat to your treatment.
(The doctor looks surprised.) Indeed L
(flm’t. V cat has nine lives, you know.—/
~ dollars. * sofa '
customer—But
Gfrl /a. — _ ?
LITERARY LICHTS..
John Boyle O’Reilly used to say thaihS
had found the true fraternal spirit to eziw
at its best in convicts, soldiers and jonraalr
ists.
Alexander Dumas is said to do his bate
literary work when seated in evening,
dress at a table brilliantly’ lighted by wax
tapers.
George Meredith has finished his novel,
“The Journalist,” and has taken a boa-
day. He has been engaged upon thia book
for several years.
Edward Eggleston has recently finished
another story of western life. His profits
in royalties and returns from serial mattsr
are about 18,000 a year.
W. H. Harbin ta the latest aspirant for
literary fame from the south. He tall
years oid, and was a merchant in Georgia
!>cfore he took up the pen. ' ’•
A year ago Rudyard-Kipling, now oh
ofthoioLs: popular authors in the world,
was in Philadelphia hobnobbing with
newspaper :nci» aud regarded simply as n
clever r.mn. * 1
Tennyson is fond of redving visits from
pretty voung girls who like his poetry
While he is grumpy to older callers he ta
at his best when youlg girls are around,
and recites Lis poetry to them and makoa
himself agreeable generally
Minister Pitkin is making a reputation
in Buenos Ayres as a literary light. He
recently delivered a lecture on “ The Fools
of Shakespeaae” before the cream of the
Argentine n 1’s society, and produced
a strong ini SBt.’ l on hta audience.
Those vJraaember the once popular
“Lovell’s Progressive Reader” will lie glad
to hear that its author, John E. Lovell, ta
still alive and comparatively hearty at ths
age of Of. years. His home is near New
Haven, aud he 1s still known as the
schoolmaster.”
The late Lord Carnarvon, who edited ths
recently published “Letters of Philip Dor
mer, Fourth Earl of Chesterfield, to Hta
Godson and Successor,” was born June 9A
1831, and was educated at Eton and as
Christ church, Oxford. Politician, philan
thropist and scholor, he was besides an au
thor, and published a poetical translation
of the “Agamemnon of jEschylus” and
also of the “OdyBsey.”
THE LATEST IN JEWELS.
A new bracelet ta a band of woven goM
tape.
The old fashioned handcuff bracelets te
gold have reappeared.
Long silver chicken feathers and blid
wings are used as brooches.
A string of enamel buttons overlapping
one another is used as a bracelet.
Silver bracelets are more worn than eves.
The slender bangles united by a bar havs
come into favor again.
Bracelets in filigree silver have been in
troduced. They are made up of oblong
blocks and daintily fine.
Queen chains are made in tiny cubes,
holding alternately diamonds and pearls,
and diamonds and rubies.
Chatelaine watches in white enamel,
with stones and reedy foliage and flowers
in colors, arc among the novelties.
The most gorgeous Oriental daggers are
made for the hair of rich yellow gold. In
one the only variation of color, which ta of
quality not degree, is in large deep yellow
topazes.
Pale pink coral Is used judiciously in
floral jewelry. A diamond spray will have
a large pale piuk bud held in a diamond
calyx. Calyx, by the way, ta the favorite
setting of large pieces.
Silver sleeve buttons are used with ths
shirts that are now universally worn bv
women. They have heraldic designs witn
a place for the initials; others have a Ja
panese aspect, and knots and folded rib
bons are also popular. The two buttons
are always different.
Structural and decorative forms, such as
are found in Moorish and Celtic architect
ure, are worked out in gems. A brooch
has for its center a large emerald; the next
large forms are diamonds; emeralds and
-M-vuior: wniinals __Jewell,
Cricket, the young Ohio pacer ham . I be! And oK s'*’ dem Was,n e hah *® r ’ I thought». Uh ’ **cnse me. j
record of 2:11)*.
Roy Wilkes holds the verldk record fo-
pacing stallions,
mile ta 2:09.
Hta fcst tine for
I It g ’ ^“^diSSes a ging an a
n “"’ss Tuf* n I1 , r
remain to
I Citizen.
rnm MIRtei mj Giro ta « I Ufl
The world’s running rOrd for a mile ta I 06 w «termewS! rt 9 U, *«
held by J. B. Haggin’s fgousflyer ^ no ““ roa
V ^ Hoonljght So
A NEW DEPARTURE.
j J "rom^hron'te P S} ,dc *^» from r [S^n phy " ,cl *n
until " ln every cs«A v-_° est snd canriot
tor. His record ta 1:35%,
- please si ^ or ^eivl^noMy^^nall
_ ™ /•’sates*.
It is said that Isaac M*hy, the famous I mor aiag. he I '““o hurry at 1 ! >ecan *> we
«!«»« jockey, has laid ja, #loo,<£Td “ Jgfr ££ Si I ^ *'-**&**£
ob de nJf?.^*^5 1 Was dar
lng his career on the tu;
It ta said that Robert
church member, has
during his whole career
Ex-Gov. Bowie, of
I Smue-p^
"fokd? 0 . tt / £^ht ,e he ln *-’* • b w^. P % r
bathe turt oKI <"ho ta
na r> w ho re-
jjK 180,414 “ nrdep * w.
tired fromtbeturf oaattbtti]] I ’./a’
/ , h * b - I tel? ffood Lawd My I —Harper’, Bo.
:lt *nd stands | to go took* 2° W ob datsor? 0 ’ r
m winner* ' & one tinVi“ nk . do Lawrf I
’er $40,830 J
Alarm Bell.
It ta stated that Sallie
at the bead among the
of her sex. She has ca]
for her owners.
The number of hard pi
drop dead upon
the records decrease.
W. Hill, the western
quently ridden A1 Farro'
Indian. A number
were famous warriors.
The three most rapid t* t e breed-
again hla scalp would be
rseordortbefioctwaato be mads on ths
“Caoppod Oak.”
Tbs tree known as ths “Choppsd Oak
was i oslsbrstsd plaoe of lend*irons
with the Otasroksss^Stegiag to Nonfat
tribe. Here met several trail
the warriors privily arranged
of warfaro. Th# great oek. with its
wide spreading branebsa, afforded ample
shelter ftethmr gatherings and oooatutr
parties, and it was a rule that
amongst then* to eat an additional g—i.
on its nark whenever a new scalp was
ffftn nn Mifrwiw
uui* B*w». Who already had beea tbs
victim of so many dread msnarms.nons of
Which bad resulted In any barm, only
laughed at tbe lost message brought to
*-lm»
But it wae not so with Yoh. She knsw
her father too well to smile at any of bis
dark resolves. Bravo and strong as ha
was, Yoh entreated Little Raven not to
go forth into the forest that day to hunt,
telling him ol her forebodings of evil,
and how miierable she would be to have
. could^ur >, /° 1 ® “MndSne d 9 "® ’ im
arf P^tees which I “WeSjTj£f b ’to trouble dle fon be
urup urau upuu the r*r.k yearly I b *d to In™ a “® 8es, »i r .
-1 tefas***
to an done!’* ^ but de to
of hiSe ncestor* I “Well, j wUj be i / “r. c-narlesl" DDt <
f couldn’t Ml.„i. / went faster than ♦». . pnt 1,1
of" uSdrftaSTflJl ® G&n 1 *. SSJf / WeUt “ miJ610
produced are. in the or*he:r merit, / and Ifh*”* ,he S8 «, “Unm I n. De,lr »bl e
Maud S., Jay Eye See oat | Drmv ? b *o see dose ,on jes trv / * ^^erlng—Some ——-
One of the youngest mSof tie turf / • nr ^ 8 yon*^ Jot rout* “° OB > and I D T? 818 80 narrow that*?* houses up
“u P
l a g#» of race* I ° ie Uncle no each in dk.. yby I Good .
World’s fait Tie too- *>to son^£1’" ont off arfo r £? /, "Uncle Abe. . r
wiU be nine-m length. /£j5* d f 1 * n d he died? 7 *“0*4* der the canin * onr Ideal
i t.hnnunA living - I ?? by hlsL;V 0 ?- ,0 °n arter loo^^ae / yea““ P meet togheld In anofJ
„ 8 PtoWSS'S® rood,-
—®o«ton Courier. *
> young men FnJ? Rlven to diRemapw _
ud address E “close sump S^Peculiar
Mention thi, p« per 78Bo afc?ard, Atl^^a.
^ake C/p.
If V,
7°« wake
I
taste
n P in the
norniM.,,^ .
^'tohborAo.*,.
The Washington Party clib.
Chicago, will hold
daring the World
ing season
i for bar-
Nearly a thousandPoni* I b-longin^'W dey s^^I ways | ~~ “““ “ another
itaanmally. Itotendon him ’° n ® n to/ '
Imported into the Uni'
Some of the ponies
farmer for the use of
forty inches in heigh!
In Russia every hi
to have a certificate
goes with the anil
the new owner ta
return the purchase
The shoes of Em]
horse are made in
robber like compos! ver eyp
face to prevent
emperor’s homes
1 ”W«i i
'der most
of tfe j
—w , w«na on him to eat mWn
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ta nhiwj I lnb ’em! pp T> anie nn? hlfd?! ’•« / *« He Didn't
“obliged | I mernhan, . ’ dl d jas I Small n
* dreggy
’canvaar*
0p -Mr?”X^^«how
Mrs. Potter and j
in India
Mr. Joe,
tenor with I
Charles (
try's support
It is said that
the example set
hair dyed a
Monde!
andertha
kinaon during
Joaephina
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this
, B5aS B *3S£?ra/wSBHf , sS5
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Wonte.Tmd f? Jtoji if we / *’11 take
meat—da Jw calls fou 9 ll bo / ^ Crook—
nebber h.TT i.* 8 •_ talkin *°d I / 8scond Ciiv,f « Jou refa
tIle bilious i tn COrrc '/
•sweetens i 0,11 ac) 1
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i
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relief s' tor „
Harmless is ti perfec %
th.0 YOUrterraci- .
tllf! most felicate fant ° r
Without iniurT 1 perso »
what thecS; n0lUatt ^
do no harm if % caa
good, bat its J docs do
ior 40 years ? utatloa
never &iTsTdoCT 1 }
«obdeoottoV5L w
^ drjter°on,ric? . t ®°»«uung
Tor olL t tIS.K.totoii fist, v*. btock
• At- I•fcromosSb^Li* oad ££Woes
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turns fa,o n., (L*/ 18 Pf>or old - / SSt B P*oltu. ^T 881 **,
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