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THE SUNNY SOUTH ATLANTA, GA.. Si URDAY MORNING, JANUARY 10, 1891.
to hla wife’s lips end her face was pale
and drawn atilt.
The coach waa but jnat behind, and
Trevor jumped down In time to help Mr*.
Dennis to the ground. ‘Are jou not
wellT” he asked In an undertone.
“A little,” she whispered back.
‘ Come and speak to Mrs. Poire and
then let me vet you a glass of wine or
seme tea. Were yon cold driving?’’
•‘No, my coat is warm,” she answered,
11 but tbe horse bolted in the High Street
ana never stopped for more then a mile,
and—and ’
“And frightened yon to drath—Poor
little woman! Beall)! ’ he added, as he
slipped oft her cos r, •*! wonder the Mej ir
llkee to drive soch a brute.”
“It wasn't the horse's fault—Cosmo
touched him wltn tae whip and he won’t
bear the whip at alt.”
“Why he goes liae the wind.”
“He dldn t do it on pnrpos9—some
thing start!' d him and he threw out his
arm and—Oh, how do yon do, Mrs.
Pot re T Waat a lovely day yon have for
yonr party ” ,
‘•So glad to see yon,” returned the hos
toss—‘ And, Mrs. Dennis, yon will stay
on to anpper, won’t you?”
“Yon are very kiud—we shall be de
lighted.”
•■And yon, Mr. Trevort”
“I have been hoping to be asked,” he
said with a langh. ‘ I shall be only too
pleased.”
Then other guests streamed in and
the'r 1 ottos.’ attention was taken away
from them. “Come and have some tea,”
said Jack, tenderly.
In truth he was somewhat frightened
by her blanched face and drawn look.
' Yon most hare been terribly frightened,
Ethel,” hesald, as he found nrr a seat.
“I was—but 1 shall be all right now,”
she said, trying to smile. ‘ ; As I told yon
the other day, Jack, my nerves have all
gone to pltcds. Cosmo says that his
nerves have gone, too, so we shall b3 a
• pleasan couple by and by.”
He laughed as be went away at the
Idea of anything being amiss with Major
Dennis’ nerve?; and in two minutes he
camp back with a glass of ofaampagne
and a plate of straw berries and cream.
“Drink this and I’ll get yon another—it
will pick yon up better than anything
else.” he said, sitting down beside her.
“I’m afraid my brains would go afti r
my nerves,” she returned, smiling—but
she drank half the champagne and ate
the strawberries declaring herself better.
“No, not a drop more. Why, I should be
mad to take more— 1 can only just man
age this. Now, pat my plate and glass
down and let us go out into the garden
and see all the world.”
Jack was nothiDg lotb, and together,
they went out to see all the world, which
very soou resolved itself into a dim but
charming fernery where a most seductive
rustic seat invited them to rest awhile
and study ‘ all the world” in single speci
mens.
“ Well,” said Jack easily, stretching his
long legs out and speaking in a thorough
ly happy and co nforlable tone—“Well,
and waat is tbs latest nows, Ethel?”
“The latest news, Jjck,” she answered
—“is that Maj ir Djnnls baa more than a
thought of what he calls 'cutting the Ser
vice altogether.’ ”
Jack sat bolt upright in an instant.
“Cutting the Service,” he ec-ioed—“but
why? 1 thought he was so keen on sol
diering.”
“So did IT”
“And what would you dot Where
would you live?”
“I don’t know. He talks oT travelling
IndelHoltely,” she answered.
“Without you? ’
‘ No—I should have to go too,” she re
plied.
There was a moment's dead silence, a
moment d iring w.iich a new ioea was
boro in Jact Trevor's mind. “And you
—you would be sorry to leave the—the
regiment?” he asked In a curiously
strained voice
“I,” she repeated—“I—yes, I should be
sorry,” and then she turned her head
away, but not before Jack Trevor had
seen that her eyes wore filled with tear3.
CHAPTER X,
“Evils anticipated are twice endured."
A few days, however, went by and
non log mors was said of Major Dennis’s
p ssible intention cf leaving the Service.
More than once Jack Trevor thought of
it, thought of it and dismissed the idea
as a ridiculous cr e not worth troubling [ ritatlon whenever he iouad himself lu
over. Yet he could not shut his eyes to ! j >r Dennis’s presence; he hardly re-
the truth that of late he had be-un aimed that Ms du '->' u ' at da y seemed
regard his l^ajor's wife in a new fet :
U p tokhe pr. Sent time; H’gecedc 10 say j ‘ VVeU, r suppose i must be 5fT,” he
during the few v. teks that hi y/ennists i f aid av tui-n-.d on his heel withji sigh
opinions,” laughed Trevor, “and for my
patt I’d ratbor have Dennia’e stale chea-
nnts than his opinions, any day.”
“My faith, yes,” ejaculated Carlton,
promptly.
And they were troubled with a good
many of Major Dennis’ stories daring
that week at the mean—he seemed as if
be did not care to go outside the Fif
teenth lines much, and he spent a good
deal of his spare time in the ante room.
Not that he had much span time, for
the regiment waa lu camp for work, not
for play, and neither officen nor men led
an idle life by any mesne. Major Den
nis for one, complained bitterly of the
fearful amount or grind bo had to put in
(I am using his language now) and ex
pressed an opinion more than onoe that
the game waa not worth the psndle and
that he should throw np the sponge and
leave Her Majesty’s Service to take care
of itself.
“Bat not till yon get the command,
Cosmo,” Mrs. Dennis pat in one day
when he had been getting up a special
subject for an Instruction. “Yon know
you have always had an ambition to
have a command.”
“Yes—1 know—bat there’s snob a devil
of a lot of school master’s work nowa
days,” he answered.
“Ob! yon are tired. Change yonr
clotnes and go down to the town with
me,” she urged. “I want some stamps
and books, and the walk will do ns both
good.”
Bat the Msjor was not to be drawn oat
of Ms ill-temper.
“No, I can’t walk down. I’ve been
standing about in the sun all day. I’m
as tired as a dog. I’ll drive you down if
yon like.”
“Yes—if you’ll have the viet>rla,” she
replied. “I’d rather not go in the dog
cart it we have to stop at any shops.”
“Obi nonsen —nonsense. I hate being
driven—and 1 can’t drive the viotoria.
Can’t yon go without me?”
“No—because I know you're bared to
death here and want a change,” she an
swered. “Besides—I dislike going about
by myself. Do come, Cosmo.”
“You can take Trevor.”
He spoke quite goodnaturedly, but his
wife started and her face whitened a lit
tie. “No, I want yon to go with me,’
sbe urged. “Do Cosmo—do go.”
He looked a little surprised—and for
the matter of that, well he might, for
never before had Echel spoken to him la
that tone. “Of coarse I’ll go, If you wish
it so mach,” he said, still with the same
astonished look on his face—“bat I do
hate—look here—I’ll take the brown
horse in the dog-cart, will that do? He’s
as quiet as an old sheep, and will wait
like a rook as long as you like.”
“All right I’ll go and get ready at
once."
She was quite joyocs at thus having
won her point, and was ready in her neat
stone coloured coat and white sailor hat
long before the trap came round to the
door. She went out and looked at her
11 iwsrs, picking off a leaf here and there,
her heart in quite a glow of gratitude.
For In truth Ethel Dennis had come to
that point in her life when only this
rough ui:sympataetic coarse minded
man, who made it no secret that he was
tired of her, served to stand between her
and the temptation which comes sooner
or later to most womea.
He came out just as the dog-cart was
brought round, a noticeable figure
enough, as they passed through the little
gate. Jack Trevor came by and stopped
to tpeak to them. He was a fixture In
the camp, being orderly officer for tte
day.
••Very jolly day,” he said cheerfully.
“Are you going far, Ethel?”
“Into tne town—I suppose for a drive
afterwards,” she answered.
In spite of herself the rich red roses
began to bloom out upon her pale
cheeks, and a light to steal into her eyes.
Trevor laughed eovy you,” he said, as
he helped her into the high dog cart.
“You kuow one never wants to go for a
ride or a drive so badly as when one is
tied by the leg he-e. Is not that so, Sir?”
he added to tue Major.
“Very much so, ' answered the Mijor
with a groat laugh, as he mouuted into
his place and took the reins.
Jack Trevor stood watentug them until
the trap v as out oi sight. Mind, he had
not yet acknowledged to himseif that his
f.clings had altog tber ciiauged to wards
his old play eiioa—as yet he only bs-
iievud teat he was t r.eved and lorry that
she should have suen a husband as the
Major, no only feita continual sort of !r-
Tbe Light of a Love that Doth
Seldom Fail. —•
For tbe Burnt South.
HE DOOR CLOSED
noiselessly behind Dong
Warden, es he stood
in the hell unannounced;
after the easy rasbion of
tbe plaoe and season.
Mrs. Younti the owner
of this mansion, was vis
ibla through the door
way, writing at her desk.
She looked np to nod a
pleasant greeting, and,
with a glance at her lord
sleeping on a softly
cushioned chair, pointed down the gar
den path with her pen handle.
With the manner of one at home in
the house, Douglas crossed one hall, then
another, reaching a doorway, whence,
pushing aside a Japanese curtain, he
looked oat at two young girls sitting on
the ground close by a tiny brook. He
wslked along through the bright sun
shine, stopping now and then to gather a
few of Mrs. Young’s roses, or to frighten
away some of the great hoes which were
droming liz’ly about them.
Music seemed to mingle with every
thing around him; music was the life of
his life. He h jard it in the beauty of
the earth and air; in the sigh of the
zephyr as it kisses the flower?; in the
glory of a still summer night when fair
ies fl >at through the green old woods and
the stars twinkle in the blue heavens; in
the roll of thunder, the flub of lightning,
the patter of rein, the rustle of corn; in
the ripple of the stream, the moaning of
oc mn's waves, that hide in their vast
depths the dead faces of the good, true
and beautiful. Music, melody divine,
was with him always!
Quite in contrast to hla was the discon
solate faceofJean Young, aa she sat near
her cousin, utterly unconscious of sur
rounding beauties. She held a book in
her hand, was not reading but just fool
ing with the pages, and—well, yes, I be
lieve pouting i, the right word to use,
even though bus was nineteen years old
and a graduate of Marion college. Per
haps she did not hear the low, merry
wnistie of Dongle?; .pernaps tne soft,
green grass scattered so lavishly along
the walk deadened his footfaiis. Certain
It was that sbe seemed as little moved by
his approach as by tne rays of the sum
mer sun, p luring down on her bare head,
burning tue masses of her brown h*lr
Into an undertone of fierce gold.
Seeing this, Douglas learn, d against a
post, waiting qoisiiy for some acknowl
edgment of nis presence.
Finally Jean rose and, scattering a
handful of bruised rose petals iu her
companion’s lap, Impatiently said: “Do
throw down that disagreeable boos,
Cousin Eunice, and go witn me to walk,
somewhere—anywhtre.”
Eunice turned her oeantiful head lazi
ly. ’Kialiy,Jean,you are such an uneasy
cnildl Walk indceul It’s all we can
do to keep cool In tnis shady nook, with
out venturing out into tne melting sun
iver for evo
they will still
.med of having
discovered.”
sure that you
return for my
t/iu.t was almost a groan. ‘Hollo, what’s
thai? : - and then he stooped down and
picked i'p from the ground something
lying almost at his-loot.
It was a lady's visiting-card, a card
with a mourning border and wiitten
upon i„ in a fine Italian haud—
had been at Caertsey, ha had i\,^cd upon
her only as bis old friend and playfellow,
as a new and charming interest in his
existence, and hid evoa spoken of her to
Monty Carlton—and much to that young
man’s disgust—as the but chum he had
ever had in all hislif.j.
He had been all along so sorry that her
husband was not more congenial to her
and he had felt the deepest commisera
tion for tae young, heaitny active nature
taat, from almost the time cf his father’s
death, had evidently been cramped ana
warped in every way.
Butnow—now Ween he was forcod to
see all too plainly that she had practical- i J ue r, ' -er m ur ' aur s sweetly as, alone,
ly no hand In arranging the pi.n of their 7 1 s'-aml and hear, enrapt, it's silvery tone
life, he oegaa to feel d.tforently towards 1 I look across the hills so far away,
her! lie began to feel indignation as * where lingers yet ihe light oi IL. : ng day
weil as pity! He nad gathered that if Tue rosy hue that giiuts toe distn
the Maj >r c'inse * ' " *
siou auu take to
K.hsl would tiav
him otherwise,
her beingdia gedab u. fromoie foreign
hotel to a l oine.-wituoat a cnild to com-.
fort her, wit: oat a mother to stand by ! Entranced I stind and gazs with wondering eye
her, or a buvou.d who would oe any- i - > — —
ttiiug of ac lOipauion to her, was enough
“Mademoise.le Valerie."
(To be Continued.)
For the Sunny South.
A SOX a OF PRAISE.
Kyening shades are deepening o'er the
And stilled i:i eyeuiug’s nush ail s
in:rth.
■ T.vilig i
idem:
I poll tue tinted wave, the earth, the sky,
While thoughts so ho.v lips may not impart
to midden bluf. Aad yethe •vaiYo'hmV I ^hfur t" tUri “ wilUlu
less, wh*t could he Co or hei? Simp y I
notniug! Si4 >VA3 Dennis’s wife, and 1 And now upon the air a soft, low note
the oidrst of friends cannot with reason ' sweet might hare come irom angel’s
WFe oavliig no V G6r~ excise “than the I floats forth’and on the wind is borne along
face that tier wj adisparity ofyears T’’^ ’ Db the moea-lord’s evening s
bci. ween ! ne m arid that their dispositions ho! on a gentle swaying limb, near by,
were n it congenial to caca other. ! lie sits, his heal up turned unto the sky,
HowoVt r, vlaj «r Deueis seemed to have ‘ And siu S s and slugs the while, his liquid iay
forgotten his suggestion and also in a ’ Dirough wild aud wood a wondrous song
measure to recover his good spiritsTat ; pralse!
*Pi r - toa t C, a-P ! ained to ’ O, woodl nd warbler! unto thee is given,
irevo* ivi t i h ahaui -i• ul airot fret'ulaesa 1 Tae power to pour hymns of praise to heave
Take a book and read, or sit down and
let ns have a quiet chat.”
“I will not," rebelilously retorted the
girl. “1 am going for a walk; and I’m
going to nave an adventure, too. Wnen
you see me come back leading captive
sumo stray prluct, or dace, or—■>
‘ Or cowooy," finished Euuice. “On,
yes; 1 foresee a wildly exciting Interview
witn the rector, in wnich he will abk after
auntie’s chickens, or pernaps a highly
tragic meeting with the sexton, who will
demano, in tue most bloodthirsty man
ner, to know wnen he can come for the
■cold witues.’ These are tne kind of ad
ventures you wili have in this quiet
place, i do not mind the wale in the
su.:, Jean, half so much as hearing vou
snub toose poor creatures whenever you
meet them. r ney are human, and my
heart goes ou-^n sympathy for them.”
*• Fanevfgy'.ijmpliiug for any one, exeent
, ft.;*:. Vvjf» v . * * . . . . a-— - .*»%
“1 do sympath’zj with him, a!so; for 1
know you are not acting with nlm as he
dt serves. He is the original Douglas,
‘lender and true.’ ”
“ Well, 1 nope he’ll l ave a bettor time
of it than taat poor duffer had. Do you
think whtn ho gives up waiting for the
cold moon to descend to earth for his
oenefit, and turns to some nearer and
warmer planet, o», let us say some
meteor, for consolation, that I will, lice
the nameless young person in the ballad,
begin to wail for mm to come back to
mi? 1
•‘It would be easier to imagine Mr.
Worden artful and misleading, man to
think of you, Jean, waiting lor a man.”
“Never lear that 1 will wait for him.
He is to me the greatest nuisance Autau-
gaviile can boast of. He could not ope’
nis mouth but out there flew—”
“•Words of wiBdcm? 1 ” questioned the
young man, stepping forward.
“Quotation!’’
“Miss Jean, why are you so cruei? Cry
wou’tyou, and walk down tne °-ar-
if.h m-VI
developed,
no more re
“Which willjlk
able for |eaei
* Probably
lotion may
have reason
moat of their tb
“I might have
would deal mo a
assertion.”
“As we are llksVtwo dnelista, each
should be acquainted with the other’s
bad r* potation for making unfair
thrusts, and ought always to be on
guard.’’ •*
“There is no feitt that yon, at least,
will over forget,”/^ replied, with the
sudden fl <sb in hi<*#r*e wnieh she always
exalted in calling np.
Just then their dialogue was inter
rupted by the entrance of Jean with a
couple of visitors- And Eanice displayed
snob amiability end intellectual powers
that Douglas wondered how he had ever
entertained theregard for any
other woman, ^ ,
Late that eij CO mmitf the cousins were
returning ffLnarlog dB * n turned
suddenly to L p „ LVith e steely glitter
tn her eyerf^-ioh Was understood only
too well.
“Eanice,” she began, “I’m glad of this
opportunity of speaking to yon alone. T
am sure it is unintentional on yonr part
Yon are nnaccustomed to society, bat I
never before knew you to fall into tbe
error of forcing your society where it is
simply tolerated. However picturesque
a tableau yon and Mr. Worden sometimes
form, I do not cere about my affianced
prolonging it inceficitely. Besides, I
will not stand by ifflSiee you ridiou’ed,
bo it evir so gently-”
This roused Eunice from bewilderment.
“What do yon mean? No one has ridi
culed me, no one would darel”
Jean smiled comtemptuously. “I could
see from the first that your manner was
a surprise to Douglas, and of late has be
come an amusement.” _
An icy band seemed to grasp Eunice’s
heart. Words of prince denial rose to
her lips, bat she frreed them book. Not
sbe—no one—must ever guess of the
swift pang that darted to ber breast and
there took np its abode, with a sharp
pain that seemed atterly oat of propor
tlon to the causel >,
The horses now ?j;-Vnp at the gate of
Jean's home, and toey prepared to
alight.
•Girls,” said Mrs. Young, as they
entered the house, “I forgot to tell you
yesterday that we had received invita
tions to a grand ball to be given tonight
at Mrs. Gray’s.” .
At any other time the thought of a ball
would have filled T^kiice with delight;
but now 8he^®"'‘' ,ac i ’her poor brain for
some excuse 1 . 108 '' 1 ' would be sufficient to
warrant hetV > °_y,',; s f at home. For once
this usually^ jiji member could sug
gest nothing, SrS k ’>t I st sbs began dres
sing n
Tne ball room was r crowded when Mr.
Young’s party arrived Much to Eunice’s
surprise, her card was fooq fined; and
when Douglas carpfe to claim his waltz
he laughingly remarked:
“If I had not engaged you when you
first came in, I should nave oaen obliged
to ‘stand afar off.’ ”
“ Distance lends enchantment’—hut,
really, have I appeared very green? This
is my first ball, you know.”
“Although you are an artless, innocent,
Garden-of Eten sort of damsel, you play
the woman of the world well ”
She was a perfect wa lzsr, and for a
short while Douglas was supremely
happy
“Now, you mast give me a promenade
between the last two waitzis,”he said
when the music stoppjd. “I have some
thing to toll you.”
“Yes, I know,” she answered; and was
led off by a young ma-j who Claimed her
for the next polka.
All that evening—ages it Beemed to
her—3ie danced, ianghed. aDd fl rted,
while her heart ached and head wnirled.
“You are tired,” Douglas said, when he
came for the promised promenade.
“Come with me out into the moonlight.”
She tried bravely to smile, as she noted
the cousinly manner in which he led her
from the room, bui, her face was cold and
white.
‘ Tnen, you can guess, Euuice, what it
is I have to tell you?”
Of course. It was 76ry plain to every
one.” ,
“1 could not hripoit, Eanice. Ever
since I saw you fir,>11 have not been
able to keep away frojyoa, or to control
my love, Will y^^iEre ine just one
w-e first dtacours-isenunc’” a
thiust will and Grima. a ,.ur i^- r w ,. r< u
j Ives and Q-., run—Xul-on wuvn dr., ’
Hok dur^**%v..> . f J
“1 am sorry yiiJstK upon my love as
an insult. God knots I iove you, Eu-
nlcel I know you doi’t care—there is no
hope. Jest! sneer! ttli the story at my j man turned upon xne h
ex-ienst ! I’ve made ^fool of mysel’, and and looking intenc'y I
it is a good deal, at ml age, to discover I -- ,J -
“Faithful Until Death.”
A Touching Story of a Woman’s
Sweet Devotion.
For the Sunny South.
OU will not forget me
will yon, Nellie, my little
darling? And when the
war is over, and I shall
have won for myself hon
or and distinction, I will
come again to claim you
as my own,
“Forget yon, Clifford!
Why do yon ask, when
yon know how fondly I
love yon? And do yon
think love like mine less
strong than yoarst Ah,
yon mistake me, Clifford. My love is
pnre aa heaven and deep as the ocean
blue,
“Nay, little sweetheart, not that; bat
I thought,” and here his voice faltered.
“Should anything happen me, and
another came to woo, perhaps”—
“Don’t say those crnel words, Clifford;
I shall be true to yon, tbongh we never
meet again; and when yon return, my
soldier boy, yen will find yoar Nellie still
faithful and trne.”
Hark! the shrill notes of the bugle are
heard calling the men together; and
catching her up in bis strong arms he
passionately kissed the rosebad lips and
said: ‘Good bye, sweetheart, until I re
turn, having won for myself a name wor
thy the love of so tinea woman.”
The young soldier boy shouldered his
mnsket and marched away to join the
brave and fearless Lee, while the latent
sorrow so long slumbering in the bosom
of Nellie Lane burst forth, and with a
cry of anguish she flung herself on the
sofa, and eoobed he. sell to sleep.
God in his infiolte wisdom deereed
wisely when he permitted us not to lift
the veil of the future and penetrate its
dark and fathomless mysteries. Many
hearts that are glad would be saddened;
many eyes that smile would be dimmed;
many a voice in laughter would bs hush
ed, were it otherwise. His ways are just
acd past finding out.
The battle of Seven Pines was a memo
rable one. It waged long and fierce, and
though victorious, ths battle field was
strewn with our orave Southern boys.
Tne army ambulances were kept busy,
and improvised litters, borne by strong
men were, carrying the wounded to the
hospitals. Even private dwellings, with
their hospitable inmates, were giving
shelter to the wounded Confederates.
The battle was hard won, and many a
brave soldier laid down his life on that
faithful da?, many a home was saddened,
many a heart wept sore as the Intelli
gence reacted them of a son or father
who had fallen.
Soon after the battle I, in company
with other ladles, went to the hospital,
carrying with us soft linen cloths and
scraped lint, so necessary to surgeons in
dressing wounds. Passing into one of
the wards, 1 heard a little distance from
me a faint cry for water. Snatening up
a cup of water near at hand, I hastened
iu the direction from which the sound
proceeded. Looking to my left, 1 saw
lying on a cot a tall and ha dsome young
soldier, beariDg the shoulder straps of a
lieutenant. His face was deathly pale,
and his clothes were bathed in his own
life’s blood. Bending over the proit-rate
form, I tend rly raised his he^d and
placed the cop of water to his parched
lips. He eagerly drank every drop, aud,
lymg back, closed nis eyes, wrila his tail i
form shuddered, as though in pain. X j
procured a basin of wat'.r and wished:
tho blood from his fair, t angled carls, be j
at the 3ame time giving expfessiou to his j
appreciation in a smile and faint “tuank ;
you.”
Seating myself beside the dying th", I [
tenderly took bis hand in mine. Just,
then the hospital surgeon, a handsome j
Tennesseeau, with a fnca as gentle as a i
woman’s, ben: over the man, examining ’
his v/ounds. He looked witn a pitying
glerxi af-.Dy. dying soldier, and turning
to The SHTTb'T-'mj no u*«*p -r numir
those whom I can benefit; his wound
mortal.'
■aid; “I once heard of a Miss Nellie Lane
of Witheville. There died in the hospi
tal at Richmond a young”—but mercy!
what is the matter with the woman?
Her face la deathly white, and she to
trembling like an aspen leaf.
“Come,” sbe said, rising and clutching
my arm. “Come to my room; I feel
faint.”
Following her aa submissively os a
child, we entered her room, sbe closing
the door and locking It behind her. Al
most pushing me to a seat, she bade me
toll her all.
I was seized with terror at the frenzied
woman padrg np and down the room
like a lioness at bay, thinking I was at
the mercy of a maniac.
Finally, seeing that she was suffering
from sorrow, I begged that she be seated
and compose herself if she wished me to
continue my story. When 1 had finished
she laid her head In my lap and wept as
only a broken hearted woman can.
Aftenan interval she said: “I am this
Nellie Lane of whom you speak, and
Clifford Whitmore—my lover!” And,
like David of old, she cried alond from
the fullness of her heart: “O Clifford,
Clifford! would that 1 had died with you!
Would the same grave contained us
both! I have been trne to you, my love-
been true! ’
Nsver shall I forget that soene—the
very outburst of a crushed and broken
heart. After this sod interv e v Miss
Lane was my constant companion, my
shadow, as it were. Ste never again
reverted to this sad occasion, oat grew
perceptibly sadder day by day.
One short month, and we parted, she
writing to me, almost every week, letters
of love and tender thought- One day
there came to me a paper from Rich
mond announcing her death, with l
short sketch of her romantic life, which
spoke most beautifully of her perfect de
votlou to.htr lover’s grave. Scarcely i.
day passed that she did not visit her
lover's tomb and place fresh flowers
there.
I did not weep that my friend had died.
It were better tha?; for iu her death Clif
ford Whitmore and Nellie Lane were
united in—Heaven.
Mamib Cox Smith.
Trft--y? -TM*fflctn: .‘itfig rvn ! f?T’? z "lv6Te ,v *
iB afraid of Ted. !
j How oft
gaze
tlvHy Dioat-d w;tU wit.”
“hja?" isxid Jaca, looking up sh&rply,
Canton repeated, his assertion. ‘‘The
o!d chestnuts Into ray heart have melted thoughts of praise
“ ut ’ L^,, U J ibis morning—more j That 1 woul 1 Liu have sent a song of love
ttiau naL tt.e fellows shrieked wild de- t Cuto the very throne of God above,
light thougn they had all read them in «,
print years a^o. However, Dennis shot ! ai ee war-bier, coutustthoa now to me impart
themoff ivlta an air as if he~had just
quit
non with mt?
“I would walk even farther than that,”
Bho said; and, as he began to thank h6r,
added: “Do iscape Eunice’s society.
She is so disagreeable this jnorniug. I
do not quite understand cousin Euuice.
Sometimes I wonder whether sno is life
years old or five hundred, so devoid Is
she of impulse,"
“Impulsive! I? I may have been ages
ago, when I was eiguteen, but, trust me
j my natuie nas chaugtd radically during
J these past two years.” And tho beanll-
‘ ful, Strangs gin turned back, and began
! reading as calmly as thougu her com-
I panions n.vi vanished oil’oho face of the
| earth
j Douglas and Jean turned away too,
7 and without lurther ceremony walked
| forth info the suushiue,
i “Eunica Somers would deceive an
! angel,” exclaimed Jean. “Nature has
The grateful thoughts that oo th? W,ra£ve 11 j Vr 2?*“ ^
hen scenes like this have met my
song!
s-x or seven
mads ’em aud as I said,
Idiots laughed.”
“And you didn’t?” asked Trevor, wait
ing patiently for the end of the little
yarn.
”1’—with supreme disgust—“I! I
wouldn't nave moved a mmole of my
face if my ifu itbo.f nad di pended on my
doing it. Way 1 wouldn’t laugh at his
jokes if they’d been ter, and 1 certainly
wouldn’t c jndt.scsnd to even grin at any
body s jokes that were years oid.”
“No—1 suppose not,” commented Jack
rather ahsenlly—“I am alwajs finding
myself wondering why Dennis ever trios
to make a Jose at all. It’s not because he
is a genial sort of a cnap or lovis a joke
a bit—he doesn't! Aj a general rule It
you take notice, he either doesn’t see a
joke or else he laughs in the wrong
place.” B
‘Til tell you what it is,” rejoined the
other with pi rf jet seriousness—“as soon
as I get my msjority I shall retire.’
“But why?” Trevor cried.
“B_ecaiiBe,”—solemnly—"although the
Service is an excellent school for a young
man—there’s none b.tier—it plays the
very devil with a man over five and thir
ty. For a subaltern nothing can be bet
tor—a youngster learns to think little of
himself, to respect place and rank, to be
respectful to his superiors, and under the
old system, when a man often went on
till he was fifty before he got a command
everything worked well enough up to the
very end. A man got seasoned and his
place settled before he became a field-
officer. Bat now, as soon as be gets over
thirty he begins to look for his majority
and a precious ass he generally makes or
himself when he’s got it. How do you
aoeoont otherwise for nearly all officers
over the rank of Major being such prosv
old bores as they arc?” 1
“I can’t account for it,” Jack answered
smiling. “I only know that it to so.”
“I’ll tell yon in a word. Take a brute
like Dennis for Instance. He’s a senior
and he has to be listened to whenever he
chooses to speak. Let him toll ever such
drivelling rot in the form of a story and
nine subalterns out of ten either listen
with respectful attention or applaud him
with uproarious laughter. Tney’ve got
to practically—It’s the right thing to do
ana they do it. ’Pan my soul, it woald
be a good thing for the Servics at large
If all senior officers were forbidden to tel1
stories or any klad at tbe mess table.”
“They couldn’t be forbidden to air their
Tne gift to sing the praises of'ray heart,
Like Hies. O feathered songster, would I sing
Till ah the earta with ray glad soug would
ring!
Like thee, I’d trill iu evening’s twilight hush.
And at tae dawn’s lirst pink and dewy blush;
All thro’ the moments of the happy days
My life would be a constant ‘ooug of Praise ”
Beatrice Stevens.
Lost Her Peauiits.
At a recent International fair or indus
trial exhibition in Buffalo there was a
show of a new sort of engine, which went
around and around on a circular track
level with the ground. As the crowd
stood hemmlDg in the track gazing at
the queer locomotive, a very stout woman
who was eating peanuts from a paper
bag, became frightened by a rearing
horse near by, and stepped npon the
track directly in front of the moving en
gine. The engineer blew his whistle and
this scared the woman so badly that her
discretion was really frightened away.
With a scream she ran along the track
in front of the approaching engine, still
clinging to her bog of peanuts, and
swinging it in the air so violently that it
sprang a leak, scattering the peanuts In
a thin trail behind her. She was stoat,
and. the effort to ran made her a singular
spectacle; bat sbe was In terror of her
life, and traveled aroand the track at a
really good pace.
The crowd became wildly excited.
“Hooray! hooray!” men shouted. “Go
it! you’ll git thar first!”
“Stop your engine! you’ll ran ove r her! ”
■hooted on elderly gentleman, waving
hie umbrella at the engineer as the ma
chine went past him.
“No danger—I can’t catch her at the
rate she’s going!” the engineer, shouted
back.
Women screamed, boys cheered and
dogs barked, and all the time the engi
neer kept blowing his whistle. Mean
time the stoat woman had made three
wild tripe entirely aroand the track.
Then, in her desperation, her absent
mind tarns bock and it occurred to her to
step off the track. She did so and the
engine went past.
As she came off, redin the foes and
out of breath, she still grasped her papsr
bag firmly. Bat th9 peanuts were all
gone.
“Sue certainly has tbe gift of fascina
tion. Then, too, she posses ies glorious
qualities. She s generous to a fault, aad
capable of proving a downright heroine
it the chance offered. If she has a heart,
what a grand one it must be—if only a
man could gat at it!”
“I see a promising flirtation already.
You are never happy till the woman you
happen to admire at the moment is half
dead in iove with yon, and evey one
Knows of Eunice’s genius for flirtation.
Let me charitably hope that it will prove
a case of, ‘when Greek meets Greek,’ and
that both will get your wings burned.”
When Eunice was left alone deep,
neavy sobs shook her slight frame, mak
ing every quivering breath she drew
more and more agonizing to her. “Why
does Jean torture me thus?” she said to
herself. “9he has hated me ever sines I
came here, two years ago, a penniless
orphan. ‘Five or five hundred!’ Yes; it
is true I am growing old. Dear God!
tnere are some of ns with young faces
that are older than others of seventy.
People have grown older between the
rising and setting of a sun than was
Aoraham on his deat h day. On! why will
a spirit which longs to be free still cling
to earth, where everything grand and
beautiful reposes Just beyond the grasp?
When the wheat lies dead in the harvest-
fields the flre-flaes pat out their lights
and die, tool Tne wheat to their love,
and love to dead; what to there to live for?
O, Hsavenl 1 love him, and he despises
me,;I know he does! 1 always appear at
my very worst before him.”
She made her resolve that Donglas
should never know, more firmly than
ever that afternoon. Aad so, when they
met day after day she was cold and dfo
agreeable. Sometimes Donglas woald
try to bo friends with her—or coarse he
woald not like Jean’s cousin to be his ene
my; bat she never coaid be merely nis
friend, and therefore continued her hos
tility.
At times the peculiar state of mind and
feeling into which they had faUen gave
each a wicked desire to wound the other.
Then their tote a totes woald have been
worth overhearing. “It would never
occur to a woman what our encounters
remind me of,” said Donglas, after one of
theae dialogues.
“We are like two duelists.”
“I only meant two fencirs, using bat-
toned foils.”.
“Don’t ( try to deny that I have
“Iels very odd that we often know in
advance Just what the other to going to
say. It proves that there to a strong
affinity between us.”
“You are mistaken. Wa are densely
Ignorant; but we know enough to under
stand that, when mankind is sufficiently
was capable of doluj it 8J thoroughly.
Now, good bye! I slfcil leave Autauga-
vllie tomorrow mon j/.g, ai.d will never
insult you again by cfering my love.”
Clasping her banjo over her eyes,
Eunice groped her way somehow into
the conservatory. Sue tried to think,
butfor sevexai minutes all was confu
sion.
• Eunice I”
Mrs. Worden placsdher hand tenderly
on the bowed head.
“Eunice, I want tojtalk with you. I
met my son just novi.on the veranda.
His face was wnite ?rd rigid, but he said
calmly, ‘Moiher, i an going away to
morrow.’ Listen to rie, my child, I have
a little story to tell. Perhaps you have
heard it before, tb.:.’ffh exaggerated in
every detail. Years igo, before Douglas
dreamed the world. Lefd as peerless a
creature as you, he ted a woman he loved
her. He feund out L’f mistake when too
late. She proved to e an adventuress.
He pleaded for his resase. She rafusad
to give it. To-day tb» news arrived that
she died last wotk if the la grippe, in
Selma. You know tin rest, dear. The
barrier was cut do .vi,and my boy was
free, to tell you of Lis »ve.”
‘ Taere is another o frier—J 3an!
As the surgeon moved awav the dying
i3 soft biue eyes,
for a moment,
said: “Yours is a kindly face, and I feel
that I can entrust to your keeping a
much treasured package and a message ”
Drawing from his breastpocket a buudle
of letters, hesald: “I know from the sur
geon’s actions my wound Is fatal, aad
I wish to send a message to Nellis, my
own little Nellie.”
“And where is she of whom you
speak?” I ventured to ask.
• She lives In Witheville, and her name
Is Nellie Lane.”
“And yours?”
“Is Ciitt’erd Whitmore.”
Takirg from the package a photograph
and a curl of rich brown hair, he pressed
them reverently to his lips. Handing me
the letters, he said: “These are
her messages to me. Send them to her,
with a letter from your pen, teliing her
ormydfath. This picture and curl—3ee
that it (ie3 next to my heart, and is ,
bui-iad with me.”
He looked wistfully into my face as he :
spoke, and I nodded assent, for my wo- I
manly heart was too full for utterance, i
Tears sprang to his I yc'l, and In feeble i Toward that darkened unper chamber, corap
accents he cried: “O Nellie! would that ’ hendiug iu a glance
I cou.d behold yonr sweet face again ere ’ ~ ‘ — ” ”
I die! But God knows bast. His will be
done.”
Turning to me a last, lingering look
For the Sunny South.
THE DEAD SERVANT GIRL.
I’ve been going through the housework in a
strange, abstracted way,
And I’m wondering why a glamour rests on
everything to-day:
Though the sweet sinesis blossoms, clustered
round the porch and door.
And the brilliant-hued carnations, look e’en
lovelier than before,
And the autumn sky so radiant, and the sun
shine bright and fair,
And the sporting of the lambkins out upon the
greensward Here,
Are enough to make one buoyant, but I do not
feel that way:
Though Icaunotsay that “trouble” weighs my
spirit down to day..
There’s no trouble that r know of—life has ail
been fair and sweet:
Fortune fills my lap with treasures—makes
smooth places for my feet—
Only, just a vague half s’adness, a weird and
subtle spe ;1,
That 1 can’t remove nor lessen, though I know
the cause full well.
But I’d like to know if Alice feels the same—
aud do they ali ?
I’ve not heard her merry laughter ringing once
along the hall;
And I fold my hands and falter, scarcely know
ing what to do,
For I’m not mm-h used to housework, and it
a’.l seems strange and new.
Togetadeoent dinner, anl li.td time to dress
by three
(We’re exoecting friends from Boston), is a puz-
zlingthing to tneF
But I’ll try to do my duty, just as well as I know
how:
I do wish those Boston people wouldn't come!
at least, not now.
Mamma’s busy in the pantry, Alice sweeps the
kitchen floor
And I never saw the latter dressed so carelessly
before;
Sweepi ug cap an 1 great cook apron, sooty collar,
dingy dress,
Uncombed tresses, s oes half buttoned—had no
time for that I gness;
But I dresse t myself up nicely, and put on my
chain and rings,
When I dr »ve to town this morning, early, just
to get some things
For—well not tor me nor Aliee—and to see if Mr.
Hook
Would insert an advertisement in his paper for
a cook
It does stem the whole appointment of our
household work today.
All along has been conducted in a queer, half
comic whv;
Alice washed tue breakfast dishes; Papa mopped
the diuiug lloor,
Then helped Teddy with the milking'he had
never milked betore);
And “Red-Koss” and “BcsstoMed at him, and
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Mamma walks and speaks so softly—she is al
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But the cooking and the housework: how they
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And those guests! ilow will we treat them? I
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Everything suggests lost Bridget—from those
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Aud that great red-checked sun bonnet to the
open door that leads
Through her bedroom sanctuary, where she
used to ‘‘tell her beads,”
And her prayer-book, lying open (I am sure
’twas upside down
When she last performed her vespers), and that
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But here’s Papa come to help us, and he dons a j
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Starts some feeble jest with Alice, rallies her !
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Ha car<-s for Jea i oily A3 friend loves j he said la pleading tones: “Tell her I
friend. You alone poisesa the power to
make earth a hea vi,; hr him,”
“Ho doe3 not c -ic mo now! lam
sure he I! never iorgie toe manner in
which 1 have spoken ;» him.”
“Nonsense, lov.! Ii tne morning you
shali write a nice II tte note, asking to
see him before he i .aes; then you can
exp! aiu.”
3o Airs, Worden trill to. console her;
bnt it was with a i.osty heart that she
sought her pillo v. SIS awoke betim63
and hurried dowv s'.al's iong before the
others, and, after tnieiuous efforts, com
pleted and dispute) cthe following:
“Douglas; Dan u eave until 1 see
you. Eunice.”
She was sorry aftr it was gon8 that
she had not said M . Vorden, and won
dered if he would coni. With feverish
impatience, whcU.v' sreign to her self-
controlled nature, si9 waited os the
hours passed. Hsr bill eyes were lighted
with unwonted lustre and she looked
wonderfully lovely ii her novel state of
agitation, as she tu.-cd from the window
upon the entrance ofDouglas Worden.
He came close, and aid, gravely: “You
wished to tea me?”
“You ore not loolng well,” aha re
marked, wondering b<w she would ever
tell him,
“Did you send foitne that you might
make that observation, Miss Somers?
Oh, you want to humlatc me utterly!”
“Douglas, it was zllt nflstake—what I
said last night.”
“You oare—yon cArdor me, Eunice!”
“I—suppose ao, aloe I sent for you to
come back to me.”
There was a slight rstle behind them,
then a sharp exciamaon of surprise.
By the door stood Jean, with an ex
pression of blank aiezement on her
face.
Donglas smiled, ad drew Eanice for
ward.
“Will yoa oongrsnlate me, Miss
Young?” he sold, gtyil “Eunice has con
sented to be my wife.’
Jean gazed first at ae, then the other.
Upon their lips, eyes *d brow she read
that seal of triumphOf fruition, of cul
mination, set on man* woman alone In
those rare moments o<a very few lives
when the apex, thelnnaoto of snocess
seems to have been n shed—when Fate
can give nothing mot. nothing beyond!
Alicx Yuan Brownlee.
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soldier, fighting for my country, and that
my la3t thoughts were of her and—
H aven.”
A suppressed sigh, a slight quiver and
Clifford Whitmore's spirit took it flight i Ah!
All the mystery and silence, all the sacreduess
aud gloom
Clustered round the lonely inmate of that soli
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thought is strange, I ow i—
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and sense arc flown!
Is the human soul soglorious, that at exit, when
it flies,
The reflection from the jewel all the casket
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I know not; hut I’m certain, of all sacred j
to Him who gave it. ! things that are.
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played tbe funeral dirge, we laid the
body of Clifford Whitmore to rest. Dust
to dust, ashes to ashes.
The men move away, while I linger
to place upon the new-made grave a
bunch of blue forgetmenots, and to shed
tears of sorrow for one who died so
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and wrote a long, sympathetic letter,
giving Nellie Lane in detail the account
of his death. In a short time a letter
came in answer, a letter full of sorrow
from a broken-hearted girl. She thanked
me so kindly for my attention to her be
trothed, only wishing she coaid have
taken my place at his bedside.
The crnel war 1s over, with its ravages
and heart-aches. The once wrecked
homes are wearing an aspect of comfort
and peace.
In 1879 I visited Bar Harbor. There
were representatives from almost every
State, Among the numerous guests 1
noticed a tall, graceful woman who
seemed to attract attention from every
one.. 8he was a demure creature,
scarcely entering Into thegayeties or the
others, bnt making many friends by her
womanly manners and effableness to ail.
Hers was a foes which had a peculiar at
tractiveness for me, its utter repose not
being the least of Its charms. She was
quite handsome, bat there was a sadness
in that beauty, a sadness which seemed
to reach the inmost depths of the heart.
She was rather youthful looking bat her
hair—almost snowy white, and she wore
deep mourning.
Turning to my companion, I inquired
her name.
“That is a Miss Lane. She to a charm
ing woman—so clever in her manner. I
think she mast have had a great sorrow;
her face denotes it.*’ 9
I was deeply interested in this strange
woman. She hod aroused my womanly
curiosity. I songht>n introduction, and
was soon in pleasant conversation.
She Informed me that she was from
Richmond, and that her name was
Nellis.
“Nellie Lane!” I repeated to myself
“that name sounds strangely familiar.”
A'ter thinking a while I remembered
tbe dying soldier and his sweet-heart,
Nellie Lane.
Turning again to my companion,* I
With a deep, eternal stillness stamped oil lip
and cheek and brow,
Keeping ciose that wondrous secret, where the
spiri; went—and how!
’Iwas so sudden, her departure! '‘Just an aw
ful chill.” she cried;
Aud tbe chill stayed on from seven to eleven—
when she died!
Though we ail were strangely startled, yet, I
think no tears were shed*
•As we stood, subdued aud silent, in the pres
ence of the dead.
Mamma clasped both me and Alice. Yes, she
cried a little, too,
When she said, “Thank God, my children, that
it was not one oi you!
But the soul of our poor Bridget ia as precious
in His sight
As the greatest.” Then they dressed her in
fresh liaeu, clean and white;
Aud today we gataered lilies, fragrant lilies,
fresh and fair—
Laid them gently on her bosom; then we left
her lying there.
Well, we all shall be ex-servants sometime; but
whenever we doff
These poor liveries—when, like Bridget, each
shall put her harness off,
Will our great Divinest Master say—I’d joy to
think he would—
Like Pa said today of Bridget, that ‘‘She hath
done what she could?”
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