The weekly banner. (Athens, Ga.) 1891-1921, July 07, 1891, Image 19

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DR. WINSCOMBE’S SACRIFICE, IS And bo the golden autumn days went on, and Dr. Robert Wiuscombe visited his patient sed ulously as ever, Mrs. Batolphe calling him in very frequently; and he accepted quietly, but not without deep mortification and suffering, the changed, chilled manner in which Hillicent al ways met him; a change so slight outwardly, that nobody else perceived it, but one so marked to himself, that it told even on liis health. Harry Winscombe, happy, care-free, hand some Han-y, saw nothing of all this; he knew that Millicent bad seemed offended with liis brother, at the time the latter declared his mar riage ; but he had set it down to annoyance at having been kept so long in ignorance of so im- E ortaut a fact in her friend’s history. Very soon e forgot all about it, and Millicent’s eyes and Millicent’s smiles fascinated him more and more daily. _ In two words, Harry WinBcnmbe was very thoroughly in love, and didn't care who know it. Even Mrs. Batolphe could see it, and murmnred calm satisfaction over the prospect; for the young man possessed everything Millv’s hus band ought to have except money, and of that the Batolplies themselves had m*>re than enough. And Miily ? Who can read a girl’s heart, sup posing she has one ? and Milly had. That she had loved Robert Winscombe, with at least the beginnings ot a strong, great love, there can be no doubt; but it was not a love that had reached its climax; it was still unexpressed. And. meantime, Harry was charming in his way, and loved and admired her, and all so frankly and unreservedly; and there wero no dark corners in his life, no old loves, rightful or wrongful, to jeer at her with their boast of priority. Why not love Harry ? Yes, and marry him ? She used to ask herself that question day after day and night after night. She |iad given her first love mistakenly. She had been shamefully deceived. Dr. Winscombe knew well when ho sought her heart, if not in words, at least in looks, that ho had a right to do so. Was ever innocent girl so treacherously treated ? It was not in her proud heart to forgive a great injury, and continue loving. So matters stood when, one windy, rainy, equinoctial night, poor Teresa Winscombe’s soul went forth of her wasted body. The next morning Harry came and told the news, and wondered why Millicent, turning pale in hearing it, went present'y to her own room. Ten days or so later, Dr. Winscombe sat alone in his office, his head upon his hand, his eyes intently fixed upon a picture ox Millicent, given him months before, and always in his pocket- book since. He did not speak aloud, but if he did it would have been to say: “ At last, at last, my darling 1 How soon may I speak ? Not to shock her by lovemaking, but just to put my hope in words, just to do away with this long, dreary winter, that has fallen be tween ns. No wonder you were angered, my prond, petted darling. But you’ll forgive—” The door opened, and Harry, blithely, in his usual exuberant fashion, rushed into the room. “ Bob, I’ve a confession to make,” he stam mered, hesitatingly. “The fact is, Bob, I’m dead in love; I’m going to propose this very day, this very afternoon, that is, if you don’t object.’ “ Who, under ihe sun—why you’ve kept the matter sly enough—I hope it’s no low affair that you’ve been carrying on out of my sight t” ex claimed the doctor angrily. “Low affair 1 Sly I" repeated Harry, in the same tone. “Well, if you call the Batolphes low; and as for sly, it couldn’t well have been more open; and Mrs. Batolphe herself told me, or as good as told me, last night, that she saw how it was, and had no objection. Sly, in deed 1” “ Do you mean that you love Millicent Ba- up there alone to endure such an agony as no physical suffering ever produced. At last, Robert Winscombe returned master of himself, and taking up his hat said, quietly: “No, Harry, theres no reason whatever, if yon love Miss Millicent Batolpho honestly and manfully, and she loves you, as she is well ca- f able of loving, that you should not marry; and for one wish you God-speed.” “You are sure your brother won’t object to your throwing yourself awav in this fashion ?” demanded Millicent, a few hours later, with a pretty coquetry of manner, not very well supply ing the place of tenderness. “ Quite sure. He wished me God-speed in my wooing. Now say yes, Millicent,” replied tho lover, and she saucily replied: “Yes, Milli- cent.'’ Well, he was content, and so they were en gaged, and that night Millicent Bent the little pictnro of the Crucifixion hack to tho donor without any message. “He will understand, she said. He did understand. But she did not. For, snatching a pencil, tho doctor wrote beneath the picture: “ Greater love hath no man than this, that ho laydown his life for his brother.’’ Then ho sighed heavily and said, lialf-aloud: “ But sho shall never know what it cost me ; and I will not cloud the happiness I have laid down my life to secure for him; Harry might guess if lie saw wliat I have writton.” Taking a scalpel from the table, he cut off tho text, and then nailed the picture upon the wall opposite bis usual evening seat. There it re gained as the years went on; there it remains to-day, when years for Robert Winscombe aro no more; for he died at Memphis in 1878, aitev such work as made a great nation admire aud mourn. Yon have all heard of him, bat not as Robert Wiuscombe. Millicent was very sorTry when sho heard of his death, and cried quite heartily for several minutes; but little Bob ran in just then with a cut finger, and Tot was clamoring for apples, and the doctor drove up in his buggy, for Harry- had succeeded to his brother’s practice; so that with so many calls upon her love and attention the yonng wife and mother wiped her eyes, and in the course of an hour ato a very good dinner. So runs the world away t tolphe, and have reason to think yonr love re turned?” demanded the elder brother, in so purpose, and a certain section of the heavens assigned to each member of the society. The results of these efforts was the discovery of the asteroids, the first and largest of which, Ceres, was discovered on the first day of the present century. Siiico that time about 300 of these small plan ets have been discovered. No satisfactory physical reason has yet been given to account for tho workings of this law, which remains classed among the oddities of numbers.—Santa Claus. RELATIONS OF NUMBERS. Thebe are many illustrations of the odd prop erties and relation of numbers: but one of the most interesting and remarkable is that known as BoJe’s Law. As most girls and boys donbtless know, the earth on which we live is one of the eight planets which are continually revolving around the sun, at different distances from it. These eight planets and their satellites, and the minor planets known as asteroids, form, together with the son, what is known as the solar system. Astronomers have calculated with remarkable accuracy the distances of these planets from each other and from Ike sun. Now, at one time, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Satnrn were the only planets known to astronomers, neither the asteroids, nor Uranus, nor Neptune yet having been dis covered. According to Prof. Lockyer, Titins discovered that if we write down a row of fours and place tinder them the figures 0, 3, 6, 13, 24, 48, 96, thus: 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 0 3.. 6 12 24 48 96 ITO SO THEY PARTED. They wero standing by tho window looking out at the golden sunset. His arm was around hor siendcr waist and her head rested con fidingly on his manly shoulder. Life looked rosy to tho youthful pair, and not a visible cloud obscured the bright firmament of their hopes. “Perseus,” she murmflred, “it seems almost incredible that wo never met nnlil three weeks ago.” , “It does, indeed, Andromeda,” replied the youth. “Wo have had hardly time to becomo acquainted with each other’s views of life aud its problems,- not to speak of each other’s peculiarities and prejudices. Yet it seems as it wo must have known ouo another always.” “And that reminds me, Perseus,” rejoined the lovely New England girl, thoughtfully ad justing her spectacles, “that I have never heard you express your opinion of the< sophy.” “My opinion of theosophy, love,” the young man said, breaking it to her as gently "as bo could, “ is that tho system, as thus far devel oped, hardly meets the requirements of an exact science.” It was a severo shock, but the maiden did not flinch. She only loaned a little harder on the yonng man’s shoulder. “You find much to admire in Emerson and Tlioroau, do von uot?” she asked, hopefully. “I cannot say, I do. The one seems" too transcendental, the other almost atheistic.” “Does not tho Delsartean idea appeal to you favorably V” “H’ml This Delsartean business, dearest, I regard as a harmless kind of thing, snitablo for twelve-year-old school girls wdio have no roller-skating facilities." “Well, Perseus,” she said, with a happy sigh, “what difference does it make after alt If we love each other? These little differences of opinion shall uot separate ns.” “ No, Andromeda, they shall not. 2 will not speak of them. They are trifles. Look at the roses in this beautiful vase—” A cry of horror broke from the lips of Andro meda. She sprang from his embrace. What is the mattor, dearest?” exclaimed the young man with tho utmost concern. Don’t touch me,” she panted, sinking on a sofa. “ Don’t come near me l" “ What have I—•'* “ Mr. Grigson,” she said, recovering herself by a powerful effort and standing erect, “ I can overlook your lack ot appreciation ot the great names in onr literature; I can forgive yonr want of sympathy with the great movements in the world of thought that 'possess my soul and move all my powers to action; but”—and the prond Boston girl pointed sternly to the door—“I can never look with anything but utter abhorrence on a man who does not know how to pronounce the word * vahz 1’ Go l”—Chicago Tribune. 16 28- 52 100 4 7 10 By adding, we get an odd series of numbers. They represent very nearly the’relative distances from the snn of the planets above mentioned, as stem and harsh a tone that Harry, forgetting follows:_ Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, iked at him in astonishment, aa his own anger, looked he replied: “Yes, why not? What’s the matter? Why shouldn't!?’ “She loves yon?” ssked Robert, his forehead falling again into his open hand, and so hiding bis face. “Yes—at least I think so. Bob, what is it? Do yon know some dreadful reason why she cannot marry ? Insanity ? Consumption V’ “ No, no, nothing of the sort. Wait a minute, I have to attend that patient, knocking at the outer door. Stay till I return. Will you stay?’ “Yes. I didn’t hear any one knock. Bat TU stay,” said Harry. _ There was no patient in the outer office, but for the next ten minutes there was a man shut Jupiter, Saturn. As fifty-two in the above series represents the relative distance of Jupiter,.there was among the planets apparently no representative for the fifth term of the Beries. The surprising accuracy, however, with which the series represented the distances of the other planets caused many astronomers to firmly be lieve that the nnmber twenty-eight stood for undiscovered planet When, some years later, upon the discovery of the planet Uranus, it was found that the position of this planet was very well represented by the next term of Bode’s senes, 196* an organ ized search for the suspected planet was deter mined upon. ▲ society of astronomers was formed for this SPLINTERS. “Loom is good enougl that a rooster is s hen.” that a hen is s rooster.”- i, bnt it oan’t prove that “ No, but it cau prove -Sochty. Customeb—“ Seems to me that razor is rather dull?” Barber—“ Mought be, sab. It was to a pahty las’ night, ash.”—Sew York Weekly. “ Now,” said the tramp wiio had b.en laboring at the wood pile, “ I’ll go around to the kitoheir and see if 1 can’t cash a few of these chips.”— Washington Post. Da. Polos—''• Mr. Graves is dead.” Frank lin—“So? I’ve been expecting to heorot bis death. I've seen your carriage there two or three times lately.”—Boston Transcript. Mbs. Umnizt—“ John, I think there’s a burglar down in the hall.” Mr. Unuizi—“ Let him stay there. There’s nothing lie cau take exoept that umbrella I borrowed from Jones.”—Puck.