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VOL. XXII—No. 1077.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1896.
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A WOMAN’S HATE.
A Thrilling Story of Love and Jealousy.
BY MRS. E. BURK COLLINS.
THE GR.EJ1T SOUTH.
Its Magnificent Attractions in Agriculture,
Horticulture, Fruit Culture, Minerals,
Water Powers, Truck Farming,
Railroads, Churches, Public
Schools, Literature, and
the Hospitality of
the People.
ADVANTAGES FOUND IN THE SOUTH.
Never was there a more opportune time
than now for the purchase of farm lands in
the South, and chances like the present will
not occur again. Every Southern State is
now being visited by thousands of home-
seekers, a great majority, if not all, of
whom will locate. They can not avoid
it, as thfey are bound to like the coun
try, and realize the fact that our lands
are cheap as well as productive. A
large number of the people North have
come to fully know that a strong com
petition is forming in the South and
they might as well get on the right
side of it. The Northern farmer will
! >e unable to produce crops on high-
priced land in a country where produc
tion is expensive, against low-priced
lands and cheaper modes of production
in the South. The Western farmer al
ready knows that a region South of
the Ohio is being rapidly developed and
can supply farm products more cheaply
and for less money than he can. Only
a few years ago the New England cot
ton manufacturer represented that “the
Southern mills can’t affect me,” while
to-day we find him casting around
looking up a location in the South.
There’s not a branch of agriculture
which will not from now on be largely
augmented in the South. A profitable
field exists in the South for the stock-
raiser. Along the line of the Southern
Railways can be shown room for large
ly extending this industry, and that
with limited capital. Without perad-
venture the experienced stockman, with
tome means, will find no territory as
favorable as the South. The truck-
farmer and fruit-grower will be able
to locate on land in the suburbs of many
cities and towns on the Southern and
meet with great success without invest
ing on the start large capital. We wish
to impress upon the reader the fact that
good cash markets of the South pre
more favorable than in any other sec
tion. All the South asks is that heme-
seekers will come and investigate.
Don’t merely travel through the coun
try and form an opinion from the car
window; see the land, study the ele
ments of our soils, meet our farmers,
who have practically demonstrated
what can be and is being done, then go
out on a farm in the West where lands
are offered as cheap as in the South,
study the situation there, and we un
hesitatingly assert you will be convinced
that our Southland possesses far great
er advantages.
Those who for years have advocated the
movement of people from the East to the
West are coming to the conclusion that their
misstatements against the South have been
exploded, and the facts relative to the re
sources and advantages of the South are so
rapidly becoming known that they must now
direct their efforts to that favored region or
else go out of business. The South, and not
the West, is the location to which the tide of
immigration is now turning, and now is the
time to come South and “get in on the
ground floor.” Delays are proverbially dan
gerous, and now is the time to act.
An Indianaian’s Advice to the Homeseeker.
Mr. Simon Wile, of Indiana, writes the
following to Crabtree’s Farmer, published at
Chattanooga, Tenn. :
“The mineral resources of Eastern and
Middle Tennessee, as well as Northern
Georgia, Alabama and North Carolina, and
the agricultural advantages of these places
should engage the attention of all people,
farmers and merchants in particular.
“My sojourn in that section convinces me
that if only the proper channels are employed
to inform those inclined to change and better
their condition, the country above named can
not be excelled, for the following reasons :
“For health, the climate is the best to be
found. Good water, one of the most essential
things conducive to good health, is to be
found there. The seasons are such as would
not produce a radical change from North
and South. For farming purposes no bette
lands can be found anywhere, and what is o
the most vital consideration, a home market
can be found for all the soil produces.
“There oats and coin will do as well as
anywhere in the world; potatoes are as fine
as any in the land, and are abundant. Tfhis
the farmer is not confined to the one thing.
“If I were a young man this country could
not contain me, for the future of the Tennes
see Valley and other like localities will in a
few years be fully appreciated, and those who
now invest will profit thereby, mark what I
tell you.”
CHAPTER I.
THE LADY OF MUIRSDALE.
“O’er all there hung the shadow of a fear—
H A sense of mystery the spirited daunted,
That said, as plain as whisper in the ear:
The house is haunted.”
The outskirts of a fashionable watering
place—a long, dreary stretch of country road,
lying straight and gloomy under the evening
sky; overhead the dying rays of a summer
sunset—a few faint streaks of red and gold,
relieving a background of dull gray; under
foot a weary sandhill, covered with stunted
pines and occasional patches of verdure.
Here, painfully and toilsomely, a closed car
riage, drawn by a pair of jaded-looking
horses, dragged its slow length along. The
driver on the box, evidently a stranger to the
surroundings, peered anxiously forward
through fhe gathering twilight, and then,
with a muttered imprecation, hurried the
tired animals onward. At length, a blind
was pushed up, and a woman’s face appeared
at the carriage window.
“ “Drive slowly, Dennis,” my lady says;
“we will soon be there now.”
“And it’s glad I am of that same,” re
sponded the driver, with an accent that
plainly betrayed his Hibernian origin.
“Sure, I’ve been drivin’ for the last
four and twenty hours. Are ye not
almost kilt entirely, Mrs. Watson?”
“That is my own affair,” was the
curt reply, while the carriage window
was slammed emphatically, and Dennis
gave vent to his chagrin in a long-
drawn, scarcely audible whistle.
“Sure, it’s always the way wid
these wotnen creatures,” he muttered
to himself, or his less appreciative
audience, the horses. “There’s no
pleasin’ them at all, at all. First,
I don’t talk to Mrs. Watson, and then
she looks as’mad as a March hare;
then, again, I make her a swate spache,
and she’s—arrah, what’s that, now?”
A tall, gloomy, dark stone building
arose before the eyes of the speaker.
Built on the top of a slight eminence,
its massive walls and unusual propor
tions gave it the appearance of some
ancient castle, and one looked invol
untarily for'the moat and draw bridge
of the feudal times. The arched gate
of the wide “entrance stood open, dis
closing neglected and overgrown
grounds; no sign of any living person ;
nothing to indicate that the place had
been inhabited for many years. Once
the grounds had been elegantly laid out,
but now the thorn and briar had it all
their own way.
There was mildew and blight over
everything, while the canker-worm
of decay silently ate the heart and the
beauty from all things ; and where once
luxuriant vegetation flourished, the
snake and toad, and dreadful creeping
things hid, and hissed and crawled.
Dennis changed his surreptitious
whistle into a more audible grunt of
dissatisfaction, not entirely free from
alarm ; and, truly, the outlook was far
from cheering or agreeable. It was
a wild, weird spot; the hour, the scene,
the loneliness—although within a few
miles of bustle and confusion, fashion
and folly—were awe-inspiring. The
dismal song of the whippoorwill broke
the uncanny stillness, mingled with the
occasional croaking of the frogs in a
distant marsh. The sun had now- set,
and the rosy clouds athwart the hori
zon had become black, angry and threat
ening. The wind moaned and sighed
among the pine trees; no longer a summer
breeze it betokened a coming storm. Slowly
the carriage entered the wide gates—broken
and falling from their hinges—and approached
the main entrance to the building—a massive
entrance, moss-grown, ivy-tangled, and al
most imperceptible in the gray shades of twi
light. Just then a huge owl, perched on the
stone-coping of the doorway, aroused the
echoes with his horrible and ill-omened din.
Down dropped the reins from the hands of
the superstitious coachman; the horses reared
and plunged, and he himself was almost dis
lodged from his seat.
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