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DORA, _
THE ;D PTcD d UGHTERo
v J. W H., of Toccoa, Ga.
Chapter XVIII.
ilTSTERtOUS T08I TURNER!
hen Raul aroused himself at
daybreak, imagine his astonishment
at finding Tom gone; he hastily
dressed and passed down to thffclerk's
office and inquired if his companion
of the day before had been seen. His
wonder increased when he received
answer ‘’that his companion had paid
all charges the night before, and had
not been seen since. > »
Paul was badly disappointed and
considerably vexed at Tom s disap-
pcarance. He had become attached
to him and felt as though he had
known him ten years instead of less
than ten days. When breakfast was
over, for some purpose, Paul went
again to his room. On entering his
eyes fell upon the note addressed
“i aul Bergan.” Hastily unfolding it,
he read as follows :
“I promised to tell you hew it
was that I got you into your trouble.
The day your father left the ./Erie, 1
took your horse ami rode sonje ten or
fifteen miles. When yodr father
arrived at the thicket he saw your
horse was gone and naturally inferred
that you were on before. Believing
tbut, he went on following my tracks
until the rain rendered it impossible
for him to see them. And as to how
/ got possession of your rifle and
revolver, let me say that when I llvent
out of the cavern the evening we left
the TErie 1 was strolling alonj£ on
the plateau above the precipice and
found them where I suppose you
drOi ped them.
I trust ttiat you wiil not "take
offense at my departure unknown to
)(iu. Believe me, it is for the best;
for you know not who 7 am or what
my character or position is. Rtst
assured, however, that my character
is the fairest, but know also that my
position is such that the world would
marvel at a continuance of my ac¬
quaintance with Paul, the son of the
wealthy banker, Lawrence Bergan.
Tom Turner.”
Now to say the least, Paul was far
from being satisfied. Who was this
singular person whom Paul had never
seen until saved by him iu the cavern,
who Anew so much about him, who
even Anew his father’s name and his
business. Tom Turner was certainly
the most mysterious person Paul had
ever seen ; now be had gone as sud¬
denly and mysteriously as he had
appeared.
Paul read the note the second time
and noticed that Tom did not say
that he would not be back. Paul
determined to remain several da}’s to
await his return, so he accordingly
sent another letter home saying that
it would be a week perhaps before he
arrived.
Chapter XIX.
J1R. BERGAN ARRIVES AT HOME AND
FINDS BOTH OF PAUL’S LETTERS
THERE 1
Mr. Bergan once more stands upon
the rtiresuoid of his residence on —
t. lie lings, ; u,i a servant comes
to the door. Mr. Bergan is shown into
lb-, panor au*l Mrs. Bergan not kuow-
in_ w o is taer) at once eater®. in-
eas iuost agi\cabh surprise*!
«,.tu she saw ncr nusband.
h >u j-rise was doubtU-s* as a^r^e-
as it possibly could have been.
out woeu s .e asked for Paul, a
deadly pallor spread over the father’s
face and in a voice mingled with
misery and astonishment, he an-
Bwered ; *T thought he was here”
•* nought he was here!’
-*I have not seen him for two
weekg!”
But he did not tell his wife his
apprehensiouB for Paul’s safety
neither did he tell her of the hostile
Blackfeet. There was absolutely
nothing for him to do. He was
certain that Paul was still in the wild
\Ye«t or dead, else he knew that Paul
would have written. For lum to think
was to act. In ten minutes he had
penned a few lines to some of Paul’s
acquaintances, those upoa whose
courage be could rely, informing
them of the state of affairs, and
ing if they would join a party to
TOCCOA NEWS
By Edw- SCHAEFER- }■
VOL. X.
return in search. That was all he
could do to night.
Mr. Bergan wag gazing abstracted¬
ly into the fire, when his wife placed
a package of letters before him. He
opened several and laid them aside.
He opened another, and hurriedly
casting his 6yes over the few lines,
he passed it to his wife. A low cry
of delight passed her pallid lips. It
was Paul’s first letter.
But he should have been home ere
this, and the question hrose, Why
is he not here?. On opening the next
letter it proved to be Paul’s second
letter. This threw some light upon
the subject, still it was shrouded in
uncertainty. Messages were imme¬
diately sent to all persons asked to
assist in finding Paul, informing
them that he had been beard from,
and that it was unnecessary to go
in search of him.
Mr. and Mrs. Bergan could have
but one answer to the question,
“Why does he not come?” and that
answer was, that he was either sick
or wounded, perhaps both.
They agreed to start on the first
train and to go at once to W -. Jf
sick they could attend to him. If not
sick, then they would know why he
had not come.
So father and mother in company
with Estelle, boarded the first train.
Little Estelle knew not why they
were going, and kept asking about
“bruvCr Paul.”
The day gradually passed away ;
night came and soon the great lumi¬
nary of daV' would again shed his
rays of light upon the earth. Save a
few minutes lost in changing cars,
thej r had travelled for thirty four
hours a3 rapidly ns the noblest,
engines could take them. They were
now within a few miles of W — ,
and soon all this doubt would vanish,
they would soon see Paul and every¬
thing would be explained.
TFa3 it possible that fate was
against our friends?
It seemed so, for the passengers
hear the whistle's blow, the bell ring,
and on looking ahead to see why, are
horrified to sec a train in full speed
turning a curve directly ahead ! The
two trains, moving with a terrible
velocity, stri e together Our friends
feel the shock. The elegant passen¬
ger car seems to tremble, to quiver
like an aspen, and in an inconceivably
short space of time, these cars, laden
with human freight, become a con¬
fused mass of destruction, a complete
wreck.
* Chapter XX.
estelle.
When the first shock had subsided,
Mr. Bergan realized that the coach
was off the track A rush was made
ft,r the door, the greatest confusion
Wil8 the consequence. No one save
those who have witnessed these ca-
castrophes can form an idea of the
complete demoralUatiou which ca-
sues. •
.Mr. Bergan was conscious that
several moments must elapse before
he could make his way to the open
a , r . The train by tins time was
burning and the ear became filled
with smoke. When Mr. Bergan and
his wife reached the exit they were
horrified to see that Estelle was not
with them. Where was she? In the
burning ear? Hastily conducting his
wife to a place of safety, he returned
to the scene of disaster to find if
possible, what hod beeome of Estelle,
It was now beyond human power to
search that car; it was env a oped in a
sheet of livid flame. Here fio ized now
that ifhis darling bad been left there,
shewasdost! He explored the woods
near by hoping to find her there,
alas ! ha was unsuccessful. U hen he
returned the flame was dying out. It
was now ascertained that many per-
Bans had perished. Near the track
Mr. Bergan saw the charred remains
of a little child—and that child
can the reader say? Mr. Bergan had
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TOCCOA, GA., OCTOBER 1882.
these cared for as though they were
the living embodiment of the nation’s
hope. It was only a few miles to W.
At daybreak a train arrived from the
latter place to convey the passengers
from the wreck Mr. and Mrs Bergan
and-were upon this train. They
were soon at the Newton House and
were glad to find Paul’s name upon
the register.
Mrs. Bergan 'was given a couch
upon which to rest. A porter was
sent to Paul’s room to ask him to
come down.
Chapter XXI.
Paul was positive that he had no
acquaintances in or near W. Who
could it be? “Yes,” thinks Paul to
himself, “it is Tom Turner.” But
when he descends and sees his father,
ie cannot avoid showing his aston¬
ishment. Paul is made aware of the
collision and the attendant circum¬
stances, and liis grief knows no
rounds. Our friends remain in
W-until the road is again in
running condition, and soon once
more Paul finds himself in his father’s
house, but oh ! how he misses Estelle !
The remains are privately interred.
Paul seems to be sad and grave ; all
the playfulness of a few months since
has vanished.
“Oil! what &
crowds in every land
Are wretched ami forlorn!
Through That weary made life this lesson learn—
man was to mourn,”
[7o be Continued .J
COMMERCIAL TOURISTS.
tobe’s trouble.
There is not a better known
drummer in the Ohio valley than
Tobc Hurt, nor is there a more con¬
genial soul on the face of the earth,
When he gets off at a station the
.
little children clap their hands with
glee and the old bus-shorses bow io
him and make the lumbering vehicle
fairly fly over the ground when they
know he is on the board, He would
get along with only one kind of pie
for dinner rather than miss an oppor¬
tunity to play a joke on a friend, and
no oue can take a joke with better
grace than Tobe can. Sometimes^
however, he makes a wild break and
gets the joke on himself as he did on
board a boat a few days since.
He was going down the river and
during the evening became slightly
acquainted witji a young lady, who
got on board at Shawneetown. Tobe
may not have been entirely ‘mashed’
on the lady, but. we draw it rather
soothingly when we affirm that he
was pretty severely squeezed. They
sat in the cabin conversing until a
late hour when our genial friend
retired lor the night.
Near morning some one started an
alarm of some kind, Tobe could never
ascertain exactly what. Thinking it
afire he sprang from his berth and
got inside of his clothes so ^hastily
that he scarcely half dressed himself
and ran out iu«o the cabin, llcte
met the captain who laughingly in-
formed him that the alarm was a talse
one and that he could safely return
to his couch and resume his rosy
dreams. Among the ladies who had
left their state rooms in fright, Tobe
observed his charmer sitting upon
one of the sofas. Wishing to allay
her fears he went and sat down beside
her and the two had soon forgotten
the panic and were just making time
whiz away in a lively conversation,
They sat pretty close together, aud
happening to glance down at the little
bare spot of sofa between them, Tobe
saw something white nestling snugly
np against him. He almost felt his
hair raise, and the chilliest chills he
ever # formed an acquaintance with
began to dance up and down his
spinal column on feet of ice. He was
so paralyzed that for a moment he
could not speak. ‘Great Goshamitv !*
he mused, ‘when 1 dressed in such a
rush I didn’t half dresg, nnd here I’ve
been running around with the whole
lower extremity of my shirt exposed
to the public gaze ! i’m in a Chicago
of a fix, now, ain t IV’
Then he gradually worked him elf
up nearer the girl, aud to engage her
whole attention turned partly toward
her, looked her in the eye and sailed
in on a funny story. He slyly slid
his hand down and secured a hold on
the fugitive linen and at each burst
of laughter from his fair companion
he would shove a portion of the
offending garment under the waist¬
band of his breeches behind. He
threw the whole energy of a lifetime
into the recital of that story, and the
girl almost went into convulsions
with laughter, but this just suited
him. lie kept her convulsed all he
could and shoved away industriously
at his garment. He thought it the
longest shirt he had ever seen but he
persevered and finally emitted a sigh
of relief that sounded like a sup¬
pressed blast from a fog horn when
the thing wns accomplished and the
flag of truce safely hid from sight.
At the next landing the lady was
to go ashore, asd when the boat whis¬
tled she went to her state-room for
her valise. When she returned she
seemed to have missed something, for
she several times peered under the
sofa and looked down behind it. To be
asked her what she nad lost, and she
said, *Oh, nothing,’ ahd told him it
didn’t matter. Then lie told her if
any of the boat hands found any. lost
property fie would secure it and re¬
turn it to her when he came up.
After she had landed Tobc went
into his state-room. He felt bulky
and uncomfortable below the waist
and wanted to properly arrange his
clothing. Tutting his hand behind
him to adjust his garments he felt
something that aroused his suspi¬
cions and made him feel like an
electric battery was playing on him.
it felt like lace, and feeling sure that
none of hi* shirts were fixed up with
embroidered extremities he turned a
little pale and drew the linen forth.
It proved io be a beautifully embroi¬
dered night dress, embroidered at
botli ends, and Tube’s blood ran cold
as he realized that the girl must have
carried it from her room during the
panic and laid it upon the sofa where
she sat.
He hasn’t met her since and doesn’t
want to. 11c says he would rather
meet Satan with a writ of attachment
on his immortal soul.—Evansville
Argus.
AN EXPERIENCE MEETING.
WHAT ASTONISHED THE OLD MAN
WHEN HE REACHED A CLIMAX.
•AVhat is it I hear about your pa
being turned out of prayer meeting
Wednesday night?’ asked the grocer
of the bad boy, as he came over after
some ea^telopes for breakfast, and
plugged a couple to see if the}’ were
ripe.
Tie wasn't turned out of prayer¬
meeting at all. The people a l went
away, and pa and me were the last
ones out of the church. But pa was
mad, and don't you forget it.'
‘Well, what seemed to be the troub¬
le? Has your pa become a back¬
slider?’
‘Oh, no, his fiag is still there. But
something seems to go wrong. You
sec, when we got ready to go to pray-
er-meeting last night pa told me to
go up stairs, and get him a hariker-
efier, and to drop a little fumery ou
it, and put it in the tail pocket of his
black coat. 1 did it, but I guess I
got hold of the wrong bottle ’fumery.
There was a label on the bottle that
said, ‘Jamaica Rura/ and I put on
whole lot. Just • afore I put the
hankercher in pa’s pocket, I noticed
a pack of cards on the stand that pa
used to play hi-lo-jack with ma eve-
nings when he was so sick he
couldn’t go down town, before begot
Tigion, and I wrapped
i TtRMS—$l 50 A YEAR.
NO
around the pack of cards and put
them in his pocket. I don’t know
what made me do it, and pa don't
either, I guess, ’cause he told ma this
morning that I was possessed of a
devil. I must go home with these
water melons, or they won’t keep.’
‘But hold on,’ says the groccryman,
as he gave the boy a few raisins with
worms in them, that he couldn't sell,
to keep him. AVhat about the
prayer meeting?’
‘0. I like to forgot, JFell, pa and
me went to prayer meeting, and ma
came along afterwards with a deakin
that is ma lied on her, I guess, ’cause
he says she’s to be pitied for having
to go through life yoked to such a old
prize ox as pa. I heard him tell ma
that, when he was helping her put on
her rubber water privilege to go home
in the rain the night of the sociable,
and she looked at him just as she
does at me when she wants me to go
down to the hair foundry aftei* her
switch, and said, ‘O, you dear
brother,' and all tue way^ home he
kept her water pri\ ilege on by putting
bis arm on the small of her back. Ma
asked paif he didn’t think the deakin
was real kind, but that was afore he
got Tigion. Wc sat in a pew at the
prayer meeting, next to ma and the
deakin, and there was lots of pious
folks all around. After the preacher
had gone to bat, and an old lady hac,
got out on first base, pa was on deck,
and the preacher said they would
like to hear from the recent convert
who was trying to walk in the straight
and narrow way, but who found it
so hard, owing to the many crosses
he had to bear. Pa knowed it was
him that had to go to bat and he got
up and said he felt it was good to be
there. He said at times everything
looked dark to him. and he said he
feared he should falter by the way
side, but by a firm resolve he kept his
eyes sotou the future, and if he was
tempted to do wrong he said get thee
behind me, Satan, aod stuck in his
toe-nails for a pull for the right. He
said he was thankful to the brothers
and sisters, particularly to the sis
ters, for all they had done to make
his burden light, and hoped to meet
them alt in —.
‘When pa got down as far as that
he sort of broke down. I suppose he
was going to say heaven, though after
a few minutes they all thought he
wanted to meet them iu a saloon-
When his eyes begun to leak, pa put
his hand in his tail pocket for his
haukerchcr and got hold of it, and
gave it a jerk, and out came the
bandkercher and the cards. Well, if
he had shuffled them and ma had cut
them, and he had dealt six hands
they couldn’t Jiave been dealt any
better. They flew into everybody’s
lap. The deakin that was with ma
got the jack of spades, three aces and
a deuce, and ma got some nine spots
and a king of hearts, and ma nearly
fainted, cause-she didn’t get a better
hand, I spose. The preacher got a
pair of deuces and a queen of hearts,
and he looked up at pa as though it
was a misdeal, and a dd woman who
sat across the aisle, she only got two
cards, but that was enough. Ta
didn’t see what he had done at first,
’cause he bad the handkercher over
hi, eyes, bat when he smelt the turn
on it .i he took it away, and then he
saw everybody discarding, and he
thought he had struck a poker game,
and he looked around as though he
was mad cause they didn’t deal him
out a hand. , , r The „, mm.ster . . adjourned A . ,
the prayer meeting and wmspered to
pa, aud everybody went out holding
their noses on account of pa’s ’fum
erv, and when pa came home he asked
ma what . he 3Uoui . ,, ct0 , u to m De savea ,
didn / t know. The dea- -
kin told her pa seemed to be wedded
to his idols.^ Pa said the deakin
I don’t* know how P
i s going to turn out, hut pa says he is
g 0 jn to stick to the church. —JXil«
waukee Sun.
THE CITY GIRf. ON HORSE-
BACK. . v.
Spending her summer in a remote
country place, she is tempted daily
by a thousand shady lanes and by
ways, to learn to ride on horseback.
the eventful day on which “she
makes hcr first attempt, our young
lady stands before her glass contem¬
plating with considerable satisfaction
the braid and buttons adorning her
trim figure, and the soft felt hat,
whose long plume droops against her
hair, She tiptoes about a little,
putting a curl or so into place, gath¬
ering over her arm the folds of the
long skirt she wears, and lashing the
the of her dainty gaiter boot with a
riding whip. She even, in the privacy
of her chamber, perches sidewise on
the arm of a big easy-chair, and en¬
ergetically whips up the foot-stool,
viewing the effects in the mirror from
the corner of her eye.
At last some one cries from the hall
below that the horses have come, and
she hastens down stairs. She stum¬
bles once or twice on the way, and at
the last step catches her foot in her
dress and plunges headlong, only
rescued from a fall by one of the
members of the household, who is, of
course, present to see her otf.
Regaining her balance, she advan.
ees more cautiously and inspects her
steed Hie is not wholly satisfied.
It is true that she requested a quiet
animal, but there are degrees of
quietness, and she would have been
content to stop short of absolute
dejection.
She conceals her disappointment,
and wonders how she Is to get on the
animal’s back. The good-natured
stable-man, who is to accompany her,
has dismounted, but does not show
the slightest intention of offering his
hand for her to put her foot in, ac¬
cording to all traditions of the cour¬
tesies of horsemanship.
There is a pause. Some one sug¬
gests that she better have a stool.
Her soul revolts at the thought.
Nevertheless the stool is brought, and
from its summit she makes a despe¬
rate leap for the saddle, fully
expecting to fall over the other side.
A. clutch at the mane of her steed
saves her, however, and in another
moment they are off.
Her sensations are peculiar. She
never knew before that a horse was
so tall. How very tall the animal
is ! She was not aware that he had
such a longitude of backbone, or that
it heaved so when he walked. She
has not long to reflect on those
marvels, for presently her companion
chirrups, and the aoimal she is on
starts into a trot. She gasps, clutch¬
es her saddle and bids good bye to
earth.
When she returns to her country
home an hour later, she is pale but
effusively cheerful, aud tells her
friends it was ‘perfectly lovely/ but
she thinks she shall like it better
when she is used to it.
The next day she spends upon the
sofa in the house with a novel, aud
she smiles a faint but bitter smile
when she reads that the heroine of
the nov( q ‘touched her black marc
Jjgj^tly with the whip, and took a
g ve .b arre d gate with the fearless ease
of a pract i C ed horseman.*—Youth’s
Companion.
MURDEROUS MACON.
MUnDER, ASSAULT8 AND INCENDIARY
FIRES ALL IX ONE DAY.
Special Dispatch to The Constitution,
Macon, Ga.. October 3. —Last night
inceo ^i ar y g rcs occurred iu the upper
part 0 f the city* aud a well known
negro, Silas yiver}*, the driver of
Colonel Jactc Jones, shot and killed
E. Butler Price Graves, & Sons. the colored I he killing dr,ver was of
occa8 - lonW j \yy a quarrel over fifty
cen t s> It is is rumored that the lirea
were set in order to attract attention
from the jail so that a release of the
Eastman prisoners might he made.
six of them are here for safe keeping
awaiu tbe|t hanging , October 20th,
in £ as t m an.
The case of City Recorder San* Jtf.
Jemison, who had. a difficulty last
Saturday with City Sexton J. J. Clai ,
was appointed for trial to day but it
wag postponed and will shortly come
up before Judge Holt, of the county
court. Clay is prosecuting Jemison
S ^herTis intent ^o
murder. little excitement
here over the . election to morrow,
though a good majority will be polled
for Stephens.