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BT AMY RANDOLPH. I lituft bright winter morning, and Mr. Se- Ls, two pretty nieces had juat come down stairs Kwh u Hebe, and pink-cheeked as the roses of Lrrant hyacinth bells in the south window, where ■u wwdiina had gotten into such a hopeless tan- L, vU h tho ivy vines and rosebuds and feathery Kpnyi of ftrn. Very pretty girls they were, in a Sprite womanly fashion, although nobody would Kur hare been reminded by them of the Venus lit Medici. and not an artist had ever thought of thing them to sit for a Madonna. It is the cvery- L„ jty’c of beauty that wears best, and lisa and M'ora sighed for nothing rarer or more \ t ;cious. I “So he has failed, has he? * said Cora to her ■inde. who had just been promulgating the news Ki! the day from behind his newspaper. “ What a kit! aul he was so nice and agreeable.” ■ " Failed !—Mr. Kirkwood!” echoed Lisa, her ■m cheek losing a shade or so of its satin blootn. ■ Ok. uncle, how did that happen ?" ■ “Ai roost failures happen, my dear,'* said Mr, Brgritt. folding up his paper and laying his spec- nn one side, preparatory to the morning Beal. “ Too much press of canvass, and too little Some people never will learn wisdom.—■ ■n. it u a pity; he was a good young fellow and this will throw him back a good twen ty Tran." ■ li» aat thinking, her pansy blue eyes fixed in on the pattern of the table-cloth, her red B* *i*rt, uutil her sister's clear, bird like voice her from the temporary abstraction. ■" 1 pon my word, lisa.” the elder cried merrily, H 'I O bdieve you are in a trance. Why don't answer my question?” ■lju «ur„ and. both cheeks suddenly crimsoning. 1— I was only thinking, Cora. What was it ■l naked me 7” About our ball dresses for to-morrow evening, bunches of silver barley would be prettier them up than the common-place roses.— ■prvhodj w,ars roses.” ■ tAh. ( ora,, cried downright Lisa, “how can u.k about bail dresses ulieu—when you re- who wa* to have taken you there ?” Mr. K irkwockl ? said Cora calmly. “Os course F c ' v ‘ go uow, but we can easily send for cousin ■Then you really mean to go ?” ■Of TO ur*i'; why shouldn't I ? Surely, Lisa, ■ fan t *xjwt me to go into mourning because ■ SirkwL«od has failed! He was no relative of I’ ke love-1 you, Cora,” said lisa, in a I''**;" And you thought so too!” I * 4C *'rn to unlove me then,” said the w with a musical little laugh. “ Mr. the rotreemful merchant was very well, I Kirkwood the beggar cannot expect to ® luxury of a wife. Os course all that for good and all.” ■ ° n cahnly poured out & second ctlp of ■ for her uncle. P** : -Fora.' pleaded her sister, ?ft isn’t as if L were poor. You know we will have ■T siouv-t of our own.” rr ? Jrae. it* lisa ; but I mean to keep my ■ and not spend it in bolstering up fortunes of any unlucky speculator.— riiij , my husband must bring money of r** 1 drain upon my slender resources.” K; her head. ■ -*• sounds very worldly,” said she. • Now 1 think it has just the oom rr Wund to it. People must look at ■ * practical point of view.” F, , J'tkd liaa. almost passionately, “don’t Fv, ou * hl t 0 bke him all the better be ■ ■> m trouble and need ?" ~ r sxid the old gentleman KT l l^ Umblin * U P a bit of dry toast on his Fl lWtQd to lodge Os these things,— naoa 8 e settle your own affairs K *** U P &lre*dy." said Cora Wfcr?. ** card came np hj T "® room where the two sisters VOL- VI. wets arranging the bunches of -silver barley ears that Madame Fichu the milliner had just sent round in a mammoth paper-box, Bessie the maid came courtewyjjig demurely down into the parlor, with : !* Please, sir, Miss Cora is engaged." Guy Kirkwood went slowly and sadly away, without answering a single word. If only she had remained true to him, he believed that he could have breasted the cool waves of all other fate ; but now— » „ Well, such was the way of the world. He must, make up his tnind to take ,the bitter with the sweet, as it came. But the sweet had been honey sweet, and the bitter was, as gall ! “ Uncle, can I speak to you for a minute ?” Mr. Segrist, setting feway the piles of dusty pa pers in his law library, started at the sound of the soft, bell-like voice. " My child, I thought you and Cora had gone to the ball.” u £ora has gone, uncle; but I thought 1 would rather remain .quietly at home. Uncle—” And here she paused and hesitated. “ Well, child, what i8 it ?” “ You are my guardian and trustee, uncle,” she went on, as if forcing herself to speak. ‘* Will you tell me how much money Cora and I have each got ?” “ About ten thousand dollars, Lisa. But what makes you ask ?’’ “ And can I do as I please with it ?” “That depends on circumstances. Probably yes.” “Well, uncle, I want to lend it to Mr. Kirk wood, to help him get into business again.” “ Child, what for ?” “ Because he has no friends "left, uncle'; because I feel so sorry for him,” said Lisa Segrist, with deepening color and downcast eyes. “ And, uncle, he must not know who let him have it.” “ Why not, you little network of riddles and mystery ?” “ Oh, because I couldn’t bear to have him know. It could be managed, couldn’t it ?” “ Yes, I suppose. But are you really in earnest, Lisa?” “Yes, uncle.” “ And the interest of the money, which has al ways supplied you with pins and ribbons and tape, and ginicrackery in general ?” “ I can do without that, uncle,” Lisa resolutely answered. “ But you musn’t tell Cora. She would think it silly and romantic.” “ Well, well, child,” said Uncle Segrist, smiling, though he was in reality deeply moved. “ You shall have your own way.” The next week Mr. Kirkwood’s lawyer inform ed him that ten thousand dollars lay at his bank ing house, subject to his draft or order at any time. Ten thousand dollars!” cried poor Guy, quite overwhelmed at the magnitude of the sum ; “ who would lend me ten thousand dollars?” “ That is what I am not at liberty to inform you,” said Mr. Jessup stiffly. And it was in vain that Guy Kirkwood, mar shalling in his memory all his probable aDd im probable friends, tried to fix the benefit upon one or the other of them. No, he could not place it anywhere, this mysterious benefactor; ho must just accept it in the spirit in which it had been given. “ And I will try to prove to my Unknown friend,” be said, in a choking voice, “that the favor has not been bestowed in vain. Upon this foundation Heaven helping me, I will build up the beginning of anew fortune, a more prosperous career.” Mr. Kirkwood’s words proved almost prophetic. Five years from that time he had not only regain-- ed his former position in the commercial world, but had shot beyond it; and Cora Segrist, who in the meantime had indulged in several futile flirta tionsT and broken off two engagements, began seri ously to consider the propriety of once more spread ing her net for the bird she had let fly so long ago. “ Because I really am getting quite middle-aged 1” said Cora demureiy ; “ and Mr. Kirkwood certain ly is more charming than ever.” Guy Kirkwood came often to Mr. Segrist’s man sion ; but Cora, disposed though she was to take the most favorable view of matters, could not but mistrust that it was more on her sister's account than her own. “ Does he really care for her, I wonder ?” thought Cora-; “or is it only to revenge himself upon me for the cavalier manner in which I dismissed him five years ago ? Nonsense 1 Lisa isn’t half as pretty as I am, and 6he never was. I shall win this battle yet.” Mr. Kirkwood had just posted a letter —a mis sive whereon hung his fate—directed to Lisa Se grist, For he had learned to love the shy, gentle girl, and, lacking courage to tell her so in words, he liad put the substauee of bis heart's hope on paper. “Fori won’t live in this sort of suspense any longer," Was his secret resolve. - V From the post-office he went directly to old Jes sup's law sanctum. . “ Have you paid back that ten thousand .dollars, according to my orders ?" he 6aid. “ I paid it to-day, with "legal interest, both sim ple and compound, for five year," answered Jessup succinctly. M I only wish I knew Whom to thank for tha stepping-stone to fortune.” Old Mr. Segrist, who was sitting by, looked up queerly, over the top of his spectacle glasses. “ \\ h»t would you give to know, Guy ?” said he. ... - - . Half l am worth,” was the impulsive answer. ■* WeH," thudded the old man, “I dan you on cheaper terms than that. I was bound over to secrecy for five years, but the tints was up last week. Your mysterious good angel was none other BAINBRIDGB k&A., APRIL 20th\lS72 than my little, niece Lisa.” Kirkwood colored—his heart gave a great m ward bound- lisa 1 his Lisa 1 He turned silently away, and left the office. “ A curious way of acknowledging a r> iavor l ‘” cried Mr. Segrist a little testily. “ Hem r commented Mr. Jessup. “ There atft some people who feel too little to say * thank' ’ and some who feel too much. My client, I rather think, belongs to the latter daft Ido not belief he is ungrateful.” ** v ~' 7** “ Nor I neither—on the whole," said Mr. Se grist, repenting him of his haste. As for Guy, he went straight to Lisa. “ Lisa,” he said, “ I have written you a letter which you will probably receive to-morrow morn ing, but I cannot wait for it to come now. I have learned this evening whose hand lifted me from the deeps of poverty and Jdiscouragement—whose hidden bounty carved out anew path for me. — Lisa, there is but one way to pay you: to give you myself and my whole heart, if you will deign to accept the poor return." lisa had grown very_pale and quiet. “ No,” she said. “ I accept no mere tribute of gratitude.” “ But, lisa, the letter which I wrote to you be fore I heard these tidings—the letter asking you to be my wife—you must answer that now,” he pleaded, refusing to let go her trembling hand.— You have said No to my second offer; what say you to my first ?” The roses had returned to Lisa’s cheek, the soft light to her eyes, as she put the other hand wil lingly in Kirkwood’s, and answered : “Yes.” Heroism and Cruelty. A most touching instance of heroism, and one of the most atrocious acts of cruelty, the truth of which is vouched for by the most respectable au thority, occurred during the Colombia struggle for independence. The Spanish General Morillo, the most blood thirsty and treacherous tool of the Spanish king, was created Count of Carthageaia and Marquis de la Pueria, for servioes which rather entitled him to the butcher or hangman. While seated in his tent one day, he saw a young boy before him drowned in tears. The chief demanded of him for what purpose he was there. Tne child replied that he had come to beg the life of his father, then a prisoner in Morillo’s camp. “What can you'do to save your father ?” asked the General. “I can do but little, but what I can shall be done.” Morrillo seized the little fellow’s ear, and said : “Would you suffer your ear to be taken off to procure your father’s life ?” “I certainly would,” was the undaunted reply. A soldier was accoringly called and, ordered to cut off the ear with a single stroke of the knife. The boy wept, but did not resist while the bar barous order was executed. “ Would you lose your other ear rather than fail of your purpose?” was the next question. “I have suffered much, but for my father Fcan suffer stilL” waa the answer of the boy. The other year was taken off piecemeal, without flinching on the part of the noble boy. “And now go!” exciamed Morillo, untouched by his sublime Courage; “the father of such a son must die.” In “the presence of bis agonized and vainly suf fering son, the patriot father was exected. Never <fld a life picture exhibit such truthful lights and shades in national character: such deep, treacher ous^villainy—such lofty, enthusiastic heroism 1 Advice to Young M»n.— YoUng men,' get mar ried ; you will never be worth a last year’s robin’s nest until you do. The fruits of disobedience are misery and misfortune, and yoti will never be truly happy while living in disobedience to God’s com mandment to our first parents in the Garden.— Remember that there are seventy-five thousand more marriageable ladies in the United States than gentlemen, and 300,000 more females than males. Imagine yourself at the bar of Judgment with 75,000 spinisters with toothless jaws and tongues sharpened on the grindstone of temper, and honed on the strap of Unrequitted affection, as your accusers; your chance for eternal bliss would not be veiy flattering. And furthermore, remember that unperformed duties always Come home to roost, so you will be likely to go through the world with holes in the heels of your stock ings, and your elbows out, and finally die Unre gretted and be forgotten like any other brute. The. Will of a Drunkard. — l die a wretched sinner and I leave the world a worthless reputa tion, a wicked example ; a memory that is only fit to perish. I leave my parents sorrow and bitterness of soul all their lives. I leave .to my brothers and sisters shame and grief, and a reproach of their acquaintances. I leave to my wife a widowed and broken heart, and a life of lonely struggling with want and suf fering. I leave to my children a tainted name, a ruined position, a pitiful ignorance and mortifying recol lection of a father, who, by his life disgraced hu manity, and at his premature death joined the great , company of these who are never to enter Vhe King; domoFGod. -- FhosT'Bms.—Dissolve one handful of copperas in n pail half full of warm water y soak the feet well in it, set aside andrepeat until it is all drawn out. Often one appli cation will answer, according to extent disease. FOR THE RIGHT-JUSTICE TO ALL. Bij* John Writes to Bill Arp. Many of our readers will recollect the famous letters of “Bill Arp,” published du ring the war. Those who read those amus ing letters will not forget “Big John,” who is promujently brought out m BilFa description of the retreat from Borne. Well, it seems Bill is about to come out from the retreat Jpto which he subsided at the close of the war. The Koine Commercial, of a lata date, contains a letter to Bill, dated the 16th, written in Armuchee Low Grounds,” by “Big John,” who has been farming for a year. He tells Bill at length his experi ence, a part of which we subjoin : The fact is, Bill, I’m disappinted as a farmer, but ain’t gin it up yit I thot that I could set on the dirt floor of my veranda and seß my corn growm all day long. I intended to hav a comshukin in the fall and invite you all up and have the biggest frolic in the world. It actually bothered me at night thinking who I’d ax and who I would’nt, and how I’d fix up for em. That com has never cum up yit. Its gone where the cowitch and snake root twisteth, and the crawfish boreth his hole. I hired two fellows to crop it for me, and was to give nm ten bushels of com a piece to the acre. The crop dident make but eight, Bill, and they took it. Old man Williamson is lettin me hav meal, and is to wait on me till next crop.— He’s as clever a man as ever took two tolls of one grist. I liired a nigger to sow down ten acres of wheat for mee last fall. He sorter scratched it in and I paid him ten dollars. That wheat haint come up yit, Bill, and it is supposed he sold it You see that was sirkus week when he sowed it, and I Staid in town. I’ve almost lost all hope of it coming up this season. Would you plant the ground in something else or not? Shokly says that he thinks that wheat sprouted downwards, and will cum up somewhere on tutlier side, but Shokly is always theorizing about something. Snap Upi BY ONE WHO KNOWS. ’’And whatever is snap-up ?” do you ask. Ah; my friend, you have never been to a country sewing society, dime party or dona tion gathering, or you would know * Just imagine yourself in the large parlor of a farm-house, filled with a gay, happy party of rustic swains and sweethearts. They are growing restless. Everything has been said that could be thought of, and amusements of some kind must bo resorted to. In a few moments some fair Maud Mul ler touches you on shoulder with the tips of her ungloved fingers and says, smilling sweetly: ’’Will you catch me, Mr. Jones?” You hardly understand, but that is your secret. Maud flies, and you follow. Round and round a group stationed in the center of the room you go, till you feel premonitions of something akin to sea-sickness then a square turn to the hall, where yon knock down the hat-stand, and where Maud’s ruffles are caught on a luckless nail, and tom till they have to be gathered, dress and all, under her arms, while still she flies, and still you follow ! You are not a Weston. You wish you were : for you are beginning to feel a little uneasy as to the result of all this chase. But, fortunately, just here, Maud intimates that “Barkis is willin’’ by slacking her speed and, in a moment, you have her by the hand, and her laughing face hides itself on the right lappel of you? Chesterfield. You are so soft y for her. Sow tired she must be. You ask her to allow you to find her a seat, and she straightens herself, and giving, you one of the scomfullest of glan ces, walks away to the window. ‘You should have kissed her,” somebody whispers. That is all very strange to you : but you make amends by kisssing her a score of times, during the evening. Somehow you can’t feel complimented as you would like, since every male member of the society has the same favor extended to .him ; but “when you are in Rome,” etc. Chairs are knocked down, tables over turned and broken, drapery displaced and often ruined ; in some cases arms or wrists put out of joifit, and everybody kisses everybody’s wife, and everybody is free to have as many kisses as he or she can get. f.BMON fob" a Cough— Roast the lemon very carefully, without burning it When it is tti^UgUy-hot; eutnnd squeeze into a cup upon threeoflnces of sugar finely pow dered. Take a spoonful whenever your cough troubles you. Ris good and agrea ble to the taste. Rarely has it been known to fail of giving relief The “liberal” Republican Move ment* The World, of Tuesday, with a prelimin ary confession that it had ”eXpressed”per . baps with too much vivacity of phrase, its impatience and disgust at the way the Liberal Republicans were leaving things to drift in Connecticut,” proceeds to pat the enterprise on the back us follows : First. The New York call is to be follow ed up with spirit and vigor by a moss-meet mg of Liberal Ropuhheensin fiw great bdft of the Cooper Institute next Friday even in K; _lt will be one of the most influential political meetings ever held in this country. The Liberal Republicans of this State are no mere corparal's guard. They comprise the whole Fenton r ing of the party, and we understand thai Senator Fenton shirks no responsibility in connection with this movement. His followers were defeated in the Syracuse State Convention, last fall, onlj by custom house promises and bribes. They will stand by him and Mr. Greely in forwarding the Cincinnati movement; and, in comomation with the Democratic party, they will carry the State against Grant next fall by 100,000 majority, and give its thirty two Presidental electors to the nominees of the Cincinnati Convention. This Cooper Institute meeting would be a powerful de monstration without an outside speaker ; but we understand that Senator Schurz and Trumbull have promised to be present and address it, which will lift it to impos ing national importance. Second. Senator Sumner’s’ friends think that, within the ensuing few days, he will publicly commit himself to the Cincinnati movement. He will hold fast to liis darl ing crotchet of full negro equality, and give it a prominent place in his manifesto ; but the political equality of the colored race being now concealed, his stiffness on that point cannot embarrass the movement, even in the estimation of Democrats. Third. The Liberal Republicans, in many of the States, have begun to move with activity and zeal in making up strong delegations to Cincinnati. The Texas call just issued, is signed by almost every prom inent Republican in the State. The great convention of colored citizens, to be held in New Orleans next Wednesday, is expect ed to endorse the Cincinnati Convention. Illinois and Ohio are preparing to send strong delegations. Pennsylvania and New Jersey are moving, and after the powerful impulse given by the great Cooper Institu te meeting next Friday evening the activity of the Liberal Reimblicans will permeate all the States. The promoters of the Cincinnati Conven tion only need to be bold. Their success will be in proportion to their courage. If they rise to the height of the occasion, they will be supported by one-third of the Re publican party ; end the concessions made to them by the Democracy will be in pro potion in their independent strength. If they are intrepid enough, they can Shape the politics of the Country for the next four years. . The first, second' and third requisite for their success is fearless, unfaltering audacity in confronting and defying this incapable, corrupt Administration. If they do not’fail in this, they will be strong in themselves, and trebly strong in faithful, zealous allies. It does not answer, in a great emergency, to let I dare not wait upon I would.” Georgia Crop News. Cobb county farmers going heavy on guano, says the JoumaL Ditto in Spald ing county, says the Star. In Whitfield county, the Citizen says wheat looks well, is sown much in excess of last year, and large cx'op predicated. Oats healthy. In Gordon county farming has com menced in earnest, says the Times. In Screven county planted com has rot ted in the ground. Cotton lands are too wet to be plowed. In Clarke county, says the Watchman, wheat and cats are small, backward and not a third as much as should be. Few persons are done planting com, or even prepared to begin. No com up between Athens and the Blue Ridge. Peach trees not in full bloom. Cotton prospects good, judged by the great purchase or hay and fertilizers. Farmers are feeding stock on Connecticut hay at fifty dollars a ton, when they could furnish it themselves at five. Judge Chase and His Platform. —The Washington correspondent of the New York Herald furnishes an account of a plan on foot by the friends of Chief Justice Chase to pkwe him in the presidential field. It is proposed to have a meeting at Par kersburg, West Virginia, on the 18th of April, and to promulgate a declaration of principles upon which his support is to be claimed. The platform as presented is a sound one in the main, and adroitly Avoids giving offense to Democrats, while it should be thoroughly acceptable to every anti- Grant Republican. The purpose of this movement is to Bend in the name of Judge Chase to the Cincin nati Convention on something like equal terms with Judge Davis. In any view of the case the movement is an important one: It will add to the force of the anti-Grant Republican current strongly setting in to sweep the great gift taker from his seat. ffaiutoidge SHfokig £««. Advertisements On the moss Reasonable Terms. * All adveirtfa* ments are due after the first insertion, iM when not specified aa to the number «f time* to be inserted, will be pob lished until ordered out, and be charged accordingly. JOB WORK Os every description neat ly and promptly executed. Wa guarantee entire satisfaction in thk? line of our business. Patronage from all quarters. Send us your order*. NC 44. ; ’m'Or- ' T The Cincinnati Convention*. We have received, and give. place this morning, as a matter of public internet, to the platform of principles which have‘led to the call of tho Cincinnati. Convention,— These are; . - *■ 1. the only legitimate purposed a tor* iff is to provide necessary revenue. T 2 The support of the Constitution* as amended scud the protection of tUftiftiit of every citizen under, it. < • v> r 3. Universal amnesty, and the re&froeatiob of fraternal feelings and relation* Among the people of the different Stat^... ™ % 4. A steady return to gold ujUdra&vev aft the only sound and safe basis of curreneioa 5. Opposition to the prosont caucus i/a tem in legislative bodies as corrupting, dangerous, and variance withtlro spirit of our institutions. 7. The abolition of the demoralising “spoil system” by a thorough reform of Um civil service. « . r. 8. Opposition to all socret’politeol soci eties, and to violence and whenever or by whomsoever cqmmittpd, 9. And that as our conutry progresses the General Governmeut should moro and more, within the limits of the Constitution, be fined to that which is general and com mon to tho whole people ; and to each Stats should belong and supervision of all that is fairly reserved to it - ' r *“ How a i?ADicAt. Sheriff Hung a Pas* olista Negro —Horrible —Wo clip the following shocking paragraph from an Augusta paper ; We learn by a gentleman employed on the Wilmington, l olumbia and Augunta Railroad who arrived hoie last night that Taylor Wilson, colored was hung>at Sdm« ter yesterday, at 2 o’clock, for the. mjirdef of Tom , also co ored. 'lke jwUqws was arranged by the Radical sheriffof ths county very peculiarly, an anvil bding attached to the end of the rot e was ' Cut, and expected to fall when the rope waft cut, and thus break the neck of the con demned man by sudddenly jerking, him up instead of allowing him to drop* The thing worked very badly, Wilson being raised from the platform a few in dims only, and very gradually. He suffocated slowly, for a little less than five minutes, and then succeeded in raising his hand and draw ing himself up by the rope. A t tli s juncture came the most horrible part of the whole affair, the sherifl advancing towards- him, and holding his hands to his sides until he was too weak to raise himself up again, and was compelled to endure a slow death* Ihe affair was described to us as one of the most horrible on record* The old cry is raised in New York that crime was never so prevalent before irt that city sis it now is. One of local journals says that the frequency of murders of late in New York attracting public notice, and that this fact should elicit the attention of the Legislature and prompt that body to advise some efficient measures for securing a more thorough protection of life. It calls for an increase of the police force as a first necesity, saying that what there is of that bodyjs notoriously ill-governed. The police charged with dodging in alleys and flirting with house-maids—manifestly highly unlaw* ful proceedings—-while some unlucky victim of the knife, the pistol, or the slung-shot, is being barbarously murdered around the corner. The Shallowness or Betting. —The hab it of offering to bet, whidh besets many persons in ordinary disedurse, is a mark of an untutored intellect. The man who has no better argument is perpetually offering to bet :it seems as if he wanted reasoning powers, and therefore he backs every trivial allegation with a bet. This is an expedient, however, which Uo rational person should resort to. A company of well-informed and sensible men will entertain each other with easy conversation for a whole evening, and, amidst lighter matters, settle many questions in morals or in logic,' without ever so much as thinking of a bet. It is no more necessary to reasoning than swear ing or slang are to language, but, on the contrary, disgraces it ; and hence, even as a matter of taste, the sensible man reject* it. —* -4 • • ■ ■ » - A lady of rank proudly conscious of he* dignity, one day descanting on the Superi ority of the nobility, remarked to & largo company of visitors that the three classes of the community—nobility, gentry and commonality— might very well be Compar ed with the three materials, china, delf, and crockery. A few minutes elapsed, when one oi the company expressed a wish to see the lady’s little girl, who waa Jo the nursery. John, the footman, was dispatcher! with orderrtO the nursery-maid, to whom he called from the bottom of the an audible voipa. Crockery, bngg down little China,’’