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THE BUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, OCTOBER 7 1893
IS IT WRONG?
(From The Atlanta Journal J
l By special request this little eon#,
with a few words explanatory,is again
republished. The lines were written
at the suggestion of the lamented Dr.
J. Q. Armstrong after the author, in
company with a literary lady friend,
lad spent a pleasant hour in his study.
They were copied in the Berlin (Ger
many) Register and caught the eye of
Mr. L. F. Gottschalk, who set them to
music, and the song was published by
a Boston house and afterwards sung
with great success, both in New York
and Chicago. The air is plaintive and
touching and is best suited to tenor
voices.]
Is it wrong
To lore yoa madly and to long
For your dear presence every hour
With all tbe concentrated power
And strength of neart and mind and sonl
When tbe dream beUe toll and toll
Tne echoes of your sacred name?
If it be wrong i ll bear the blame
Of all these wild desires that throng
My heart, if it be wrong I
Is it wrong
To drift in loneliness along
Tbe tide of life, ana dream of lands
Beyond tbe stars where these weak hands
Shall clasp thine own in warm embraco?
sod dazzling in thy radiant face
I shall read more than boasts the lore
Of ail the ages gone before,
And weave thy being in the song
That tills my heaven —
Ah, is it wrong?
—Montgomery M. Folsom.
THE CAVERN QUEEN.
OOKTUTOBD FROM SECOND FAQR.]
master it and draw her to him in spite
of it.
He finds a corner in the conserva
tory where the light comes softly
through great magnolia leaves and the
feathery foliage of palms and tree-
ferns.
“This is delicious 1” he says, sinking
into a seat by Amy’s side. “We will
imagine ourselves alone in a little
wilderness We will he in no hurry
to go back to the ‘madding crowd.’ ”
“But we must,” she answers. “I
must help my aunt entertain the ‘mad
ding crowd,’ and you must go back and
talk to some of your admiring
friends.”
“Friends! I have none. What does
the herd matter to me—their weather-
vane likes and dislikes? I think,” he
adds, after a pause—“I know I am the
loneliest-hearted man in the world.”
He speaks with bitter earnestness.
Amy looks up into his clouded eyes.
“Yet you have so much to fill your
heart,” she says, with a woman’s ready
sympathy.
“So much! What is it? Money, flat
terers—brains to rate both at the lit
tle they are worth l They don’t bring
happiness, my child. There is only
one thing that my heart craves,” he
went on. His eyes search hers as be
says this. Her lashes drop under that
look.
“You will not ask me what it is.
Your heart tells you, Aimee, what it
is.”
His voice is so tender, his look so
thrilling, his eyes are so beautiful and
sad! Why does Amy suddenly seem
to see some evil, mocking thing lurk
ing in the depths of those eyes?
She rises hastily.
“Isn’t that my. aunt’s voice? I am
afraid she is loooking for me.”
“Aimee”—he catches her hand—
“Aimee,” pleadingly, “don't run away
from me. I will think you are afraid
of me. If you knew how I have
longed to see you! I thought of you
continually. Short as was my stay
abroad—only a hurried business trip
—I ran over to Switzerland and
climbed halfway that rugged moun
tain only to see the place where we
lost our way in the sudden mist, when
yon came so terribly near falling over
the precipice. Do you remember?”
“Yes, yes,” she crie3. “But I do not
want to remember. I wish never
to see the place again. Why did you
go back to it?”
“Because of its dear associations—
because when I snatched you back
from that crumbling brink you sunk
into my arms and lay there for one
unforgotten minute, and—”
“I was not conscious,” she inter
rupts, her cheeks burning at his re-
minisoence. “I was so frightened at
tbe death I had escaped, and I was so
overwhelmed at the recollection that
came over me of another—a like peril,
when—But, no! I will not tell you
of that horrible experience. I try
not to think of it. I dream of it at
night.”
She shivers as the black chasm of
the cavern swims before her eyes, her
poor, helpless form hovering over the
gulf, the fiendish hands that tear away
her only desperate hold.
How different when she has been on
the point of falling over the Alpine
precipice! Then Norman had caught
her in his strong arms and held her to
his breast, uttering words of passion
ate solicitude.
The recollection turns her heart
to him. She looks up with mistv
eyes. J
“I shall not forget the good service
you did for me on that mountain,” she
murmurs.
“Forget it? Yes, you must forget
^ 'you must!” he burst out, impetu
ously, “I want no gratitude from
you; I want no friendship from you.
I want only your love. That I must
have—I will have, Aimee!”
Startled, she snatches away her
hands that he has seized, and looks at
him, a half-haughty, halt-fascinated
look. The strong passion in his face
has a mastering charm for her.
“Forgive me,” he says, lowly. “I
frightened you. my white dove; but,
Aimee, you are not surprised. You
have known, you must have known all
along that I love you. You have
given me reason to believe that you
care for me, and you are no coquette.
You would not stoop to the ignoble
game of playing with a man’s heart.
Aimee, my lily-maid, tell me that your
shrinking from me is only virginal
modesty? Tell me that I may hope
you will try to love me—that you will
consent to be mine—my wife?’’
She trembles, fascinated by his pale,
intense face—his compelling eyes, so
near to hers; and yet something that
she sees in those eyes repels her.
“Speak to me! Tell me, Aimee—
beloved!” he entreats, his voice sink
ing to a thrilling whisper.
She lets her hand lie in his. It
trembles like a caught bird, but it is
not withdrawn. Her lids drop—a
quiver passes over her lips; then they
open to speak, when— What is that
which gleams through the screening
foliage? A pair of brilliant, mocking,
malicious eyes. The serpent hid in
the tree of knowledge might have
peered through the apple leaves with
just such eyes.
The next instant a white hand parts
the palm leaves and tbe beautiful,
baffling face of the countess appears.
[to be continued ]
REGARDING GOLD IN INDIA.
Atlanta, Ga., Sept. 2nd, 1893.
Dear Sir:
Commencing tomorrow the schedule
of the celebrated World’s Fair Lim
ited will be run as rouows :
Leave Atlanta. 7 00 a. m.; Leave
Chattanooga, 11 55 a. m.; Arrive Cin
cinnati, 10 40 p. m.; Arrive Chicago, 7
35 a. m.
Magnificent vestibule trains con
sisting of Baggage and Express cars,
Day Coaches and Pullman Drawing
Boom Sleeping Cars run solid.
The E. T., Y. & G. is the only line
running Pullman Sleepers Atlanta to
Chicago without change by Cincin
nati.
The Ch ; cago Limited continues to
run as heretofore, as follows :
Leave Atlanta, 2 10 p. m ; Arrive
Chattanooga, 7 25 p. m.; Arrive Cin
cinnati, 7 25 a. m.; Arrive Indianapo
lis, 12 30 p. m.: Arrive Chicago, 5 15
p. m.
Pullman and Wagner vestibule cars
through without change, landing pas
sengers near the World’s Fair grounds,
and in close proximity to all hotels.
No other line running into Chicago
offers such terminal facilities as ours.
B. W. Wrenn, G. P. & T. A.,
Knoxville, Tenn.
J. J. Farnsworth, Div. Pass. Agt.,
Atlanta, Ga.
LirEBABV NOTES
From Th« Ladlei Borne Journal, Phila
delphia.
Edward Bok receives one of the largest
personal mails in the country, a year's
mail consisting of over 20,000 letters.
Three-fourths of these letters are from wo
men. No part of this huge mail reaches
Mr Bok directly: ii is opened by a pri
vate secretary and distributed to assis
tants for answer. Every letter, however
receives a redy. One of Mr. Bok’s edi-
otrs on The Ladies Home Journal, Both
Ashmore, who writes to girls, receives
over 5000 letters during a year.
Frank R. STOCKTONlhas written the his
tory of “How I Wrote” The Lady, or the
Tiger’?” for the next issue of The Ladies’
Home Journal, and tells what came of the
writings of the famous story and the con
dition of his own mind, at the present
time, of the correct solution of the prob
lem whether tbe lady or the tiger came
out of the opened door,
Popular Astronomy.
To the Editor :
We take pleasure in calling yonr atten
tion to the first number of Popular Astron
omy, a magazine prepared expressly for
popular readers, teachers, students of as
tronomy and amateurs.
It will be noticed that all important as
tronomical topics will he treated in a pop
ular way, in language wholly nntechnical,
that its illustrations are many and excel
lent in kind, and that its writers are able
and scholarly astronomers, chosen from
the best at home and abroad.
Brief references to these individual con
tributors will be found in the general
notes of this number.
Any notice of our new mrgazine that
you may be pleased to give in your publi
cation will be esteemed a favor. A mark
ed copy is requested.
Wm, W. Patne,
Publisher.
We are in receipt of the initial number
of “Popular Astronomy,” and like it suffi
ciently to print the foregoing announce
ment. It should be popular in schools
and families. We trust it will coma regu
larly to our table.
A Frenchman declares that vegetables
>n be aided by electricity. Potatoes
Anted in the path of the electric current
ew enormously, and electrified! tomatoes
icame ripe eight days before the oth-
Immente Sams Buried by the Na
tives.
E V. DR. A. W. RUDISILL
of the Baltimore Confer
ence of the M. E. Church
tells an interesting story
regarding gold in India,
which is especially timely
in view of the general
discussion of that coun
try’s financial policy.
Rev. Mr. Rndisill was for
several years in charge of
the Methodist Episcopal
publishing house at Mad
ras, India, and three
years ago returned to this
country to raise money with which to car
ry on the work. He says that silver is al
most the sole currency of India, and is
greatly depreciated, as nearly all the gold
is secured by the wealthy and buried in
inaccessible places, as the people will not
trust the banks.
Says Dr. Rudisill:
“Theintrinsic value of gold is proven
by the fact that it is so sought after by the
people of India. Silver is the currency of
India, and gold never is known to circu
late for the reason that all the vast amount
of the world’s gold which enters India is
bonght np by the goldsmiths and rich na
tives to be worked into j swelry and to be
hidden away, either as coin or jewelry.
The amount of gold thus annually con
sumed is very large, for the balance of
trade is largely in India’s favor. The gold
she receives for this balance of trade never
returns into the world’s currency.
No native will ever put his wealth into
a bank. The purchase of gold to be hid
den is his only way of keeping wealth. A
rich Hindoo or Mohammedan bays pre
cious stones or gold, hides them, inscribes
upon a piece of parchment the description
oi the place and manner in which he
has hidden his wealth, and wears
this description on his person.
When he dies his eldest son
takes the parchment and wears it. Often
men seeming to be very poor bear about
with them records of great wealth. Often
rich natives will have their gold made into
jewelry, and, placing it into a casket, hide
it away, only bringing it out to wear ou a
few great festive occasions. This fondness
for turning gold into j iwelry has caused
India to have more goldsmiths than she
has blacksmiths. In the condition of so
ciety in India the natives would consider
it absurd to trnst their money to a board
of directors of a savings bank. I know a
wealthy native at Bengalore who con
sented to place his money in a bank. At
the time a majority of the directors were
Englishmen. At the next election a ma
jority of the directors were natives, and as
soon as this became known the native at
once withdrew his deposit ana hid
it, saying he coaid not trust a bank
the majority of whose directors
were natives. This explains why
there is no bank system in India in use by
the natives, and this is why they bury and
hide their gold. In my experience in In
dia I never saw a piece of gold in circula
tion ; there was nothing but silver. The
silver rupee of India is nearly th6 siza of
the United States half dollar. It bears on
one side a portrait of Queen Yctoria, and
is a very handsome coin. As India’s ex
ports are very much greater than her im
ports, and as this nas been true for many
years, there is no donbt that a large part
of the world’s gold is hidden away by the
rich natives, and it never will again enter
the world’s commerce. One paper mill at
Holyoke, Mass., annually imports from
India $50,000 worth of j ate to manufac
ture into paper, and this is paid for in
gold. It has often occurred that a rich
man, with his record of riches hidden, is
kiliea by wild beasts or lost, and then the
buried treasure is never found. The con
sequence is that India's literature is rich
in stories of lost treasure. To illustrate
how riches are buried iu India, I will
state that when Sir Edwin Arnold,
the anthor of Tbe Light of Asia, revisited
India, about 1884, a Rjjah, or petty king,
sent one of his trusted servants to bring
an old pot he had buried in the ground.
The Rijah fished oat of this old pot seven
rows of the most perfect pearls, and pen
dant from these Beven rows was a pearl of
enormous size. In the pot there were
many other costly jewels and quantities of
gold. To show the care they take in bury-
mg their riches, I will tell yon of a thiog
which occurred not ten years ago in Cash-
mere. Cashmere is in India, and outside
of the English dominion. The Prince of
Cashmere had collected so much gold that
it took ten strong men to carry it Allow
ing only 100 pounds to a man, he must
have had considerably over $200,000 in gold.
He and his Prime Minister, whom he
could trust, determined to hide this large
quantity of gold in some sequestered
place. So the Prince instructed his Prime
Minister to employ ten coolies, or Chinese,
to carry the vessels containing this gold
and hide them, and then to cat the throats
of the ten coolies, saying: “Dead men
tell no tales.” This was actually done.
In the district of Mysore, not far from
Madras, there is a gold mine chat is paying
well. Thousands of skilled miners are at
work in the Mysore gold field. The dis
covery ol this field is very interesting.
There was a man in England who was a
great Biblical student. He heard a ser
mon preached in which the preacher
claimed that the gold mines of King Solo
mon or Israel were not located, as some
supposed, in India. Tne bible ac
count is that once in three years
the navy of King Solomon came
bringing gold, silver, etc. This bible
student made np nis mind that he wonld
prove that Solomon did get this gold from
India. Being rich, he was able to carry
ont his plans.
Through his travels attention was called
to the fact that gold does exist in My
sore. After I had been in India only a
short time I formed the acquaintance of an
English mining engineer, and one day he
showed me drawings of an ancient gold
mine in this Mysore field. This mine bore
upon it marks which proved its great age.
There were ancient perpendicular and
vertical shafts in this mine, the sides of
which were so smooth that it seemed as
thongh the shafts had been cut more for or
nament than for utility. How this work
was done is a mystery to English engi
neers. In one of these shafts, near the
bottom, they found marks similar to those
in the quarrie* of Jerusalem, thus show
ing that identically the same tools used by
workmen who probably had worked on
Solomon’s Temple were used in this an
cient mine in India. Shortly after I saw
these drawings a gold company was form
ed to work this quartz ledge, and today
these mines are being profitably worked.
One place, where it is said that *or cen
times much gold has been buried in India,
is in the region of the famous Golconda
diamond fields. Three centuries ago,
hordes of robbers—at one time any army
of 40,000 of • them—descended there,
and the inhabitants, many of
whom we^e afterward killed, hastily
buried all their treasures. The literature
of India is fall of references to this de
scent of the robbers on Golconda- The
rate of exchange today between the United
States and India is about three rupees to
a dollar, and s ime years ago a rupee was
valued at a United States half dollar. The
suffering among the families of officers and
soldiers of the British army in India was
some time ago so great, owing to the de
preciation of silver, that the government
made up the difference to them.
While silver is the currency of India,
the people also use a currency of shells.
Two hundred of these shells are in value
equal to our cent, and yet these people
manage to live and trade with such a cur
rency.”
who in a letter to Dr. B apr
oi,
that he did not see how th 0
a parliament of religions-?
was only one religion
How extraordinary
cism should fall fro m ?£ , SQ!
who claims that he “h!.- pi
Paul ” Is it not “ — beh?v
his people to “try all thin.' 1
fast to which is good”? r—*1
wb 0
KATE FIELD
On the Religion* Parliament.
[From the Washington]
One of the most remarkable exhibits
of the Colombian year was the Parlia
ment of Religions that assembled for
days at the Art Institute of Chicago
and attracted such audiences as to
prove beyond dispute that man is na
turally a religious animal. He is
bound to have some faith. What that
faith may be depends entirely upon
birth and environment.
That Christian, Mohammedan, Bud
dhist, Confuoian, etc., etc., should
gladly mingle on the shore of
Lake Michigan and hold such
experience meetings as never
were before conceived, is in itself a
spectacle worthy of this end of the
century. Neither Mohammedans nor
other Orientalists will be converted to
Christianity, nor will Christians
desert their cross lor tbe cres
cent. It is not conceivable that
Roman Catholics will turn Protestants
nor that Protestants will change their
skins. Conversion to sects or creeds
has not been stimulated by these ex
traordinary congresses, but conversion
to a broad faith in humanity has been
greatly accelerated by association and
the toleration of religious differences.
Is not such a consummation devout
ly to be wished? Yet I am sorry to
know that there are Christians who
think this talk of brotherhood is “non
sense” and that their particular faith
should flock only by itself and as care
fully avoid the “heathen” as that deli
cate little animal, the ermine, is said
to avoid mud. Fortunately these
Christians represent a minority; that
they exist at all is a blot on a bright
escutcheon. Among them are Dr.
Henson of Chicago and the Archbishop
of Canterbury. Hearken unto these
reverend gentlemen. Dr. Henson
speaks for himself and quotes the
English prelate:
i am of the opinion that the parlia
ment of£religions, instead of doing
good, will do temporary harm. The
Americans are a people something
like the Athenians, fond of looking
for something new. Sentimental
people go to the meetings of this par
liament and they hear clever men
presenting the claims of Buddhism,
Confucianism and Mohammedanism,
and they are astonished at the intelli
gence of these men. They think
there must be something in it. There
Is, of coarse, something of truth in
these religions and that is always the
most dangerous thing, for the poet
says: “ A lie that is half a lie is al
ways the blackest of lies.”
The missionaries are to blame ftr
men’s surprise at the intelligence of
these Orientals, for they have pictured
them as ignorant and debased, instead
of which we find them polished, re
fined and clever, presenting their doc
trines with power and strength. This
captures a number of sentimen* al
people, who, perhaps, are not particu
larly fond of the old gospel, and they
are glad to embrace something new.
As I have said before, the Americans
are inclined that way, and after this
parliament of religions is over we
may hear of mosqnes and Buddhism
and Mohammedism in America. Peo
ple say to me: “If you believe in
Christianity yon should not be afraid.”
I am not afraid of the ultimate result,
but I fear that for the present many
may be led astray.
If I see microbes in water or know
of microbes of disease lurking any
where, I do not take them and foster
them and cherish them—I try to get
rid of them. In the same way I do
not see why the microbes of false re
ligions should be nurtured and given
an opportunity to spread. I believe
there is only one religion, and I agree
with the Archbishop of
mg to the traditions of pL U 1
build fences around”2?^
prevent them from lookini b "
not Luther claim the rii t 0Ve
own thinking, and w a3 not,
contested by the Mother
her own detriment? j, nn , D *
Catholicism growing f n J! i
to its liberalism and jSj
Is it wise in a "tO
century Protestant to
garments of bigotry that l9
almost universally repudi*r
there be truths in Buddhism <
anism and Mohammedanism’
accept them? Truth is truth S
language and in every religion 1
fundamental truth that mintw
world together. 1)11
After declaring that a lie wh
half a lie is always the bl» c i
lies, Dr. Henson brings a most t
ing accusation against ~
sionaries.
Christian]
He frankly states
Americans are surprised ti
Orientals “polished, refined
presenting their doctrines
power and strength,” ani i|
thereby led astray, 0 ur
sionaries are to blame, as they
pictured them “ignorant and’
ed.” Is not this sort of lyi,
blackest of all? and can good pri
from so unscrupulous a sourc.
sentimentalists are “captured/|
not the lies of professed Christit
the bottom of Oriental victory,!
ding to the reverend critic’ll
story?
Dr. Henson does not believe ii,
tering dangerous microbes; he tri
get rid of them. Does Dr.
remember that microbes of ever!
scription originate in dirt?
is most portentous meaning
the old proverb that cleaulind
next to godliness.
Plagues come from the dirt oil
East. Ignorance of sanitary]
makes pilgrimages to Mecca thei
of scourges that rend the earth,
congress of religions that bring
Orient face to face with Westernl
ization is a colossal broom ewe
away prejudices and making the|
vest of epidemics less and lees
bie. After physical enlighteij
mental illumination follows. lf(
tianity be the only true religioj
will triumph as surely as everli
truth.
There is no microbe so danger!
human welfare as intolerance.
Christian virtues the greatest o
charity. Christ consorted fromc
with publicans and sinners,
the everyday religion of do
and loving His neighbor; He
where He was most needed. The^
He blessed with His presence i
redeemed by those who followi
f >otsteps. By their fruit shall jelj
them. Kate Fa
AN IMPORTANT LETTI
From the Far-off Northwa
Mr. Bernard Knagge, of St.
Hospital, Walla Walla, Wash.,
“About ten years or more
been troubled with catarrh of
and nose. The least change
weather would give me a cold
would have a spell of snee;
have consulted a great many
and have taken a great deal of
cine, all of which did not seem
me any good. I took one bottle
ru-na early last winter. It gavi
great deal of ease. Finally
three bottles more, and I can
say it cured me altogether. I»
isfied your medicines will
you recommend them to.”
A cure for chronic catarrh is
thousands of people are eagerly
ing for. It seems that this
found a cure, and if the thousa
unsolicited testimonials from
ot the United States are to be c
many others have also found a
for chronic catarrh. If there is
such thing on earth as a catarrh
Pe-rn-na is that remedy. The
its cures are permanent is exp
by the fact that it removes the
instead of relieving the symptoo*
An excellent book on catarrh
tied “Climatic Diseases,” will be
free to any address by The l >e * r
Drug Manufacturing Comp* 0 ! 0
Iambus, Ohio.
It is announced that a remar ka_bl«
Medara, or jelly fish, has been . c
occur in Lake Tanganyika
“fresh water” lake, though, w® ■
the water is slightly brackish. ** . fl
tirely different from the jelly, MB vid
living a few years ago in
Lily tank of the Kew Gardens at "|
- ana represent a distict family-
Canterbury, act position is unknown.