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