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ATHENS. GA.,TUESDAY MORN INC . NOVEMBER 15,1892.
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TENNYSON.
“Sim
ct and evening star,
i,l one clear call for me;
\nii may there lie no moaning of the bar
Win n I put ont to sea.”
There was no moaning of the bar.
Oh. singer lost from eight,
whim ont beyond our evening star,
I ten lb drifted thee to light.
Black was the pilot at the helm;
Hark gloomed the hither shore; '
But never wave could overwhelm.
The land that gleamed before.
1 ,.yond these voices there Is peace!
Life fills thy cup today!
ymni pain and weariness surcease
They find who liana this wayl
Oli. laureled at the head and feet!
We cannot call thee deadl
Our hearts repeat thy music sweet.
And we nre comforted.
—Margaret E. Sangater In Harper’s Bazar.
A FAMILY FEUD.
Those two rival families repeated on a
uniat 1 scale the discords of the Mon
tagues and Capnlets, only, with dne re
gard to tite civilization of the times, in
stead of spilling blood, they spilled
money. Instead of dead relatives, there
had been many lawsuits, long and en
tangled: they went to law for spite, for
resentment, for anger; they kept at law
with that obstinate delight in litigation
winch is one of the joys of provincial
life As usual it was a question of
trifles—a st ream of water that had taken
a wrong direction; an unruly goat that
had leaped from the field of one into the
field of the other; some obscure and
st it j >id potatoes which, spreading them
selves underground, had disregarded the
boundaries.
Upon this showered legal documents.
Tne lawyers toiled to write in that style
ct theirs—the last relic of barbarous in-
vastons; judgments were multiplied:
lawsuits grew complicated. The two
advocates rubbed their hands for joy,
and from the aspect of things were sure
of transmitting, as a valuable inheri
tance. those quarrels to their sons. How
the enmity between Pasquali and the
Derioca families had been cansed could
not be clearly learned: affirmation va-
r.ed on oue and the other side. But it
was a deep and declared enmity.
Being neighbors in town and in the
country they frequeptly met, looking
askance at each other; the women
heard mass in two different churches; if
the Dericca girls wore blue gowns the
Pasquali girls at once pnt on pink ones;
in the muiiicipiT. council the Pasquali
were always conservative and the
Dericca, naturally, radical; that which
one did the other would not do for a
thousand sendi; where one went the
other did not appear. And then gossip,
evil speaking, complaints, eagerness for
scandal, malignity: in short, all that out
fit of pleasing things which take place
jti urovincial towns between two rival
families. On the top of ull this Carlo, the
eldest sou of the Pasquali, and Mariu.
the second daughter of the Dericca.
thought it best to fall in love witii each
other.
Love in a small town has not much
variety. Usually it begins in childhood,
continues amid games of blindman's
buff, is apt to manifest itself in social
dancing parties and round games and is
always ratified by the parish priest and
the mayor. These loves are recognized,
superintended, established, registered in
the household comings and goings; pro
tected by grumbling grandfathers and
by priestly uncles; loves without nerves,
without tears, without tendernesses and
fancies; souiethiug extremely calm and
slow—the crystallization of love. But
Carlo Pasquali had bad the incompara
ble fortune to pass, once, a fortnight at
Naples, which made him look with scorn
upon provincial customs; and Maria
Dericca at night, by feeble lamp,
had wept over ths hapless heroines
of .Mastriani, and ’had envied them in
their fantastic passions; therefore for
these two was required an exceptional
Jove. First it was a furtive glance; a
softly murmured word, yet heard with
singular perception by her who should
hear it; a carnation pink fallen from a
balcony by reason of the wind of course;
a sudden pallor of his, a sudden blnsh
of hers; then, by the armed intervention
of a rogue of a fifteen-year-old girl who
came with a flatiron to smooth Maria’s
linen and the coarse of true love at the
same time—a note and a brief reply; a
little letter, a long letter, and finally
those voluminous epistles of eight or ten
sheets of note paper which mark the
highest point of the folly of love.
Alas! The joy of the yonng people
was brief, and sorrow rapidly arrived to
destroy it. They were seen, spied, the
news reached their respective papas, and
all the thunderbolts of paternal wrath,
imbittered by elevei lawsuits, fell upon
the heads of the poor lovers. The bal
cony windows were closed, the bolts
were fastened on the terrace doors, the
carnation pinks on the bush were count
ed, walks were forbidden, or at least
made without previous notice, the hoar
ol going to mass varied each Sunday
but those two continued to love each
other.
Rebuffs, exhortations, prohibitions,
difficulties availed only to inflame their
love. At night, in the winter, Maria
arose, dressed herself, wrapped herself
in a shawl, and in slippers, with bated
breath, trembling for fear, descended
tiie stairs to a window of the first floor:
the young friend waa in the street, lean
ing against the wail. So they talked
for two or three hours without caring
for the cold, the rain or the loss of sleep;
they talked without seeing each other,
from a distance of five meters of alti
tude, becoming silent at every sound
of a passer, then cautiously resuming
their discourse, with the continual fear
that Maria’s parents might arouse and
find her in that aerial colloquy.
But what did it all matter to them?
They had within their hearts sunshine,
light, springtime, courage, enthusiasm.
If the king had come they would not
have moved. Instead, the brother of
Maria, one night when he could not
sleep, arose from his bed and found the
door ajar, went down the stairs, heard
ft murmur, and caught his sister in the
f* He oncerenenioasly barred the
shutters in the face of Catlo, gave Maria
a resounding box on tbeear, and brought
her to her room. Next morning the
small window on the first floor was
walled up.
Oh, all ye faithfnl lovers, who grieTe
amid the pains of thwarted love, imagine
the despair of those two! Their letters
were no longer legibly, for tears blotted
the words; rows of exclamation points,
that looked like Prussian soldiers under
arms, followed the daily imprecations
against fortune, destiny, fate and other
impersonal beings incapable of resenting
them; a tnousand fantastic plans "were
created and then rejected. Carlo would
have liked to elope with Maria, but hie
father allowed him no money, and it
would have been difficult to pnt together
the nine lire and fifty centesimi for two
tickets for the journey to Naples; they
thought for a moment of snicide, but
found that it wonld not solve the diffi
culty. Then, in the long run, their love
became systematic, the imprecations
were always the same, and they could
not go to their beds without having
••poured forth upon the faithful paper
the fullness of their grief.”
In the town nothing was talked of bnt
their unshakable love and their torments:
they were the objects of general inter
est; if a Neapolitan arrived, the towns
folk took him to see the rninsof the
amphitheater, and related the case of
Carlo and Maria. Therefore the yonng
people, flattered in their amonr propre,
assumed the behavior fitting to the cir
cumstances—Maria was always pale,
with a melancholy air, never smiling,
always talking to her girl friends about
her joyless days, refnsing to amnse her
self. content to resemble in all respects
one of Mastriani's heroines.
Carlo took lonely walks, was always
deeply depressed; at balls, be never
moved ont of a corner, coutent that they
murmured around him, “Poor young
man; that unfortunate love affair sad
dens his lifel” in society, at small fes
tivities, in visits, with the unwarying
monotony of the province, the discourse
always retnrned upon the subject of the
two lovers. Carlo and Maria bore with
dignity the burden of their popularity.
Finally, after I dou’t know how many
years—four or five, it seems to me—of
this continual struggle, of daily weep
ing. of long, long love maintained alive
by dissensions, the aspect of things
changed. There was a worthy person—
there still are such—who with many ef
forts of eloquence persuaded the parents
FRONTIER JUSTICE.
. Fiddlers was excited, not that there
was anything extraordinary in that; for
the Flat was in a normal condition of ex
citement over one thing or another every
hour in the day and vented it in mhch
drinking, loud talking and fighting, but
on this particular occasion' the excite
ment was of a nnique order, that in its
still intensity chilled and -silenced the
mob of men that crowded in and close
about the- doors of the Mary’s Eyes
saloon and gambling house, the pro
prietor of which. Velvet Jack, was at
that moment being tried for his.life'be-
fore that most terrible of earthly courts.
Judge Lynch.
It was not the first Wiling at the Flat.
This shooting scrape was only one of
dozens of others daring the five months
of Fiddlers’ existence, bnt the' victim
was a peculiarly inoffensive creature
known as ’’Mud” to the camp. He had.
no other name that they knew of, and
had earned his sobriquet by bis unfail
ing ill lack .at the gaming tables, and
his equally unfailing remark as he rose
penniless from his bout with the tiger,
“Waal, my name’s mnd again;” bnt on
this particular occasion Mud's luck had
run his way, and he had sat hour after
hour at the little oblong faro table since
the night before, and won with unfail
ing regularity through every deaL
Velvet himself had the shift at deal
when Mnd had won the last ounce in
the “bank roll,” and as the lucky player
rose from his seat opposite him, the
gambler had without a word shot him
through the heart The cold fiendish
ness of the - act was too much for the
nerves even of Fiddlers, and the camp
rose to a man and cried 1 aloud for ven
geance. They were waiting now for
the sentence. Long Smith was the
judge. He occupied a chair placed on a
faro table at one end of the long, nar
row cabin, the identical chair that Vel
vet sat in when he shot Mnd. Velvet
6at a little to his left, a guard at either
side on his right, the hastily chosen
jury of twelve sat or stood, and beyond
a rope stretched across the room was
the silent, expectant crowd. The evi
dence was all in and Long Smith was
settling himself down into a comfortable
position to listen to coangel for defense,
tacne, remarueu tiiarne was atways ue-
lighted to please a lady, but that under
the circumstances he could not see any- j
thing to be gained by it. He had in fact i
pleaded guilty in the first place, and all I
that remained for the judge was to pass
sentence, bnt that as they had insisted
on trying him once to please themselves,
they might as well try him again to •
please the lady! There was a murmur
of approval at this sentiment from the
audience, which was sternly checked by
the court. The widow had been dipping
ANDY'S BESSIE.
Ono beautiful afternoon a few days
after Davie Gillespie’s visit 1 turned into
Secon t avenne from a cross street to see
.Sandy MacVab about some committee
bnsim a for a Caledonian club picnic.
Just i-ofora I reached the shoeshop, how
ever, a litcle girl emerged from the
threap of passersby and entered the
door. She was a thin, pale, pony child
8nnff and e^fng Velvet during his and * of the kind the cities breed, stoop
that by the lawsuits they were losing i when Velvet suddenjy rose -to his feet
property and much of it, as witness the J an d said:
two advocates who had grown rich at
the expense of their clieuts; that those
two young people were pining and wonld
go into a decline because of that thwart
ed love; the houses were side by side
and the estates contiguous; Christ for
gave, and they must forgive if they
wished to find forgiveness. He said so
much and so many other persons, moved
by the example, interposed that the
questions came to a compromise which
had as its first chapter the marriage of
Carlo and Maria.
Here, surely, every one will suppose
that the young people were greatly con
soled, and will suppose truly—bnt ray
obligation as*a sincere story teller con
strains me to say that in their first free
colloquy reigned a great embarrassment.
They were accustomed to see each other
at a distance by stealth; to speak from
a first floor window down to the street
in the darkness, disgnising or smother
ing their voices; they found themselves
quite different, perhaps a little ridicu
lous; they had no subjects of conversa
tion, they were often silent, hastening
in their thoughts the hour when they
should quit each other.
There were no more imprecations and
tears to be mingled with the ink; they
no longer wrote to each other. Every
thing. was free, smooth, easy for their af
fection; they were not obliged to think
of subtleties by which to evade the vigi
lance of their elders; they took no more
pleasure in murmuring a few words in
secret; they made no more daring proj
ects for the future. They would be
married prosaically, without obstacles,
like so many other silly couples. The
townsfolk no longer took thonght of
them; the wonder and the comments on
the marriage once over. Carlo and Maris
no longer awoke attention, were no
longer talked about; their behavior was
noted no more; they ceased to be point
ed ont as an example of fidelity. 'Now
all eyes were fixed on the eyes of the
pretor, who was accused of too great
partiality for the vice attorney—a tori-
ons piece of business.
The two lovers felt themselves for
saken—a great coolness arose between
them. Carlo found that the virtues of
his fiancee, those virtues which shone in
her letters, were dimmed by the atmos
phere of home. Maria frequently thought
that Carlo was rather commonplace in
his tastes, and to that end, with a stupid
marriage, so tempestuous a love was un
worthy a reader of Mastriani. A few
lively remarks passed between them in
regard to “illusions contradicted by the
reality,” about “mirages,” “optical de
lusions” and similar pin pricks; a quar
rel ensued, then two, then they became
a daily occurrence. One evening Maria
said with an irritated tone:
“Carlo, let us leave it off.
“Let us,” he replied without hesita
tion.
And the next day he set off on a jour
ney for the improvement of his mind;
Maria went to Naples, to the house of a
cousin, to fish for a heroic husband.
The families had a new falling out; Ma
ria’s father had an opening made for a
window which overlooked his neighbor's
courtyard; the latter, in order to annoy
him, built a dove cote of which the
doves ran about everywhere; immedi
ately there was a summons, a second, a
third, the lawsuits began again, and
this time, the advocates said, smiling,
without hope of any compromise.—
Translated from the Italian of Matilde
Serao by E. Oavazxa for Short Stones.
Didn’t Dare Do Otherwise, .
Clara—How did yon come to accept
M Dora^rhad to. He proposed to me
in a boat when out rowing, and he got
■o agitated I was afraid we d npaefc—
Tit-Bita
“See here, boys, what's the use of going
on with this monkey business any longer?
1 shot Mud and you’ve determined that
1 must hang. Can’t yon drop this and
take me ont and hang me and be done
with.it, instead of torturing me with all
this nonsense. You know you’re only
doing it to amnse yourselves.” The eyes
of every than in the crowd were fixed on
the prisoner' daring this speech, then
turned expectantly to the judge..
“Pris’ne'r et the bar, yer bein tried fer
murder by the only kin o’er co’t this yer
kentry hez. Ef there’s enythin ye hev
ter say yer’ll hev er chance ter say it
furder on.” There was a murmur of
approval from, the audience, and coun
sel for the defense went on with his ar
gument, followed by the counsel for the
prosecution. The court summed up and
charged the jury, which without a mo
ment’s hesitation returned a verdict of
guilty.
The judge arose from his chair and
said, “Velvet, yer gone in;” there was
no further assumption of judicial digni
ty; it dropped from him as one drops a
cloak from his shoulders; “ther boys
hev giv’ ye a squar deal, which’s'more’h
ye giv' Mnd, ’n ye’ll hev ter go under.
What hev ye got ter say agin it?”
Velvet smiled and shook his head.
“You’ve got the drep on me, 1 reckon,”
he said, “and I can’t kick.”
Just at this moment there was a strug
gle as of some one trying to force an en
trance through the crowd at the door,
and the shrill tones of a woman’s voice
could be heard demanding access to the
court that was trying the man who had
killed her’s.
I’m Mud’s wife,” she insisted in
shrill, shaky voice.
Oh, 1 know what yer nicknamed
him. His ’n my name’s Dobbs, ’n he
were a good nuff man most ways, ’n I
want ter see the man what killed him
lef me er lone widder rite in the
prime er life.”
The relict of the late Mud was at the
bar of the court by this time. She was
tall, augular woman of forty or so,
dressed in rusty black, with an im
mense calico sunbonnet that projected
over her face like a section of stovepipe
and effectually concealed her features.
The eyes were bright and keen though,
and swept quick glances from prisoner
to jndge and jnry.
The court ordered a chair for her in
side the bar, and when she had seated
herself remarked to her:
“We never knowed ef Mnd were a
mar’d man, marrn. Ef we had we’d
ahorly hev waited this trial for ye.'
**D’ ye mean to say yer’vo gom ’n tried
this yer man for killin mine, ’n me not
here ter see? Yer a nice kin o’ er judge.
I runs’ say. Waal, ye kin jest go ter
tryin ’im rite over agin, now 1 am
yere,” and the widow’ settled comfort
ably'back in her chair and took a dip of
snnff. The court, counsel, jury and
spectators were melted in a moment.
They were Missourians, almost to a man,
and the “one touch of nature” that snuff
dip awoke in them made them the
widow’s slaves for the moment The
court, counsel and jury consulted for a
few moments, and the jndge intimated
to the widow that they had concluded
that her request was a very natural, and
under the circumstances, a very proper
one, and that with the prisoner’s con
sent they wonld comply with it tat as
he had already been tried and found
guilty once, they thought it hardly fair
to him to try him again without his
consent
Velvet arose, the eyes of the throng
upon him. He was a tall, slight grace
ful fellow, with a swagger about him
that insensibly attracted men and wom
en alike, and with a smile that showod
bis white teeth under the black mas*
the court’s remarks, and seemed to have
made np her rnind to something she had
been considering, for she suddenly closed
her snuffbox with a click, rose from her
chair and, toning to the court, said:
“Jedge, I’m the person what’s bin
most hurt in this yer scrap. I’m lef a
lone woman, with nary man ter provide
for me; an I’ve been er thinkin ther beet
way out o’ this yer biznis is fer this man
what kilt my man ter git me er new
one.”' She stopped amid a deathlike si
lence. Velvet was the only man that
preserved his customary unruffled com
posure. Every other face wore an ex
pression of horrified astonishment for a
moment, and then a yell of delight went
up from the crowd. The cool effrontery
of the woman had canght their sense of
the fitness of things. Here, in a country
where a woman most needed a man’s
protection, her man bad been taken from
her. What more just than that the man
who had cansed his taking off should re
place him! The racket subsiding, the
court gravely arose and said:
“Pris’ner et the bar, yer hev bin tried
’n foun guilty of murder. Hev yer any
thin ter say why ther sentence in this
yer co’te should not be past 'pon yer?”
Velvet shook his head smilingly and the
court continued: “Ther sentence of ther
co’te is thet yer shall marry this yer
woman, ’n the co’te, ez a jestice, will tie
yer np right now.” At this there was a
yell that fairly shook the roof, and the
audience rushed inside the bar to shake
hands with the prospective bride and
groom and offer congratulations, but the
bride had something else to say first.
“Jedge,” she shrilled, “I've bin tell’d
thet Mud win'd a consid'ble et gamblin
last night ’n 1 want ther money.”
The coin and dnst had been impound
ed bjr the conrt, and he reluctantly
turned it over to the widow. After
looking it over she stowed it away in a
voluminous pocket, and announced her
readiness for the ceremony. The coun
sel for the prosecution and defense acted
groomsmen, a conple of “ladies”
from the “burdy gurdy” next door as
bridesmaids, and the foreman of the
jury gave away the bride.
Surely such another wedding was
never seen. The festivities lasted until
the fiddler was completely exhausted,
and when a conple of days later the Flat
recovered from its caronse. Velvet and
bis wife had disappeared.
A few days later a tall, swaggering,
black tnustactied man, accompanied by
a woman dressed in rusty black, with an
it-*iene<* sunbonnet covering her head
and face, stood on the deck of a Panama
steamer making its way down San Fran
cisco bay toward the data. They were
at the rail gazing at the fast receding
city. Suddenly the man snatched the
sunbonnet from the woman’s head and
whirled it overboard, and as it floated
astern said:
Goodby to the Widow Mnd, and now,
old girl, we can be comfortable again.
The old bonnet served its turn, and
served it well, bnt 1 can’t look down two
miles of stovepipe every time i want to
6ee your pretty face.”—George Charles
Brooke in Buffalo News.
SENATOR FROM NEW YORK.
inch Edward Murphy, Jr., Wants to Be,
and la Well Supported.
New Yoke, Nov. 12.—Edward Mur
phy, Jr., chairman of the Democratic
state committee of New York, announc
ed his candidacy for the United States
senatorship, and he has been indorsed
by Richard Croker and Lieutenant Gov
ernor Sheehan. * -
Mr. Sheehan said: “Edward Murphy
is entitled to any honor the party in this
state can confer upon him. He has
been a loyal, earnest, and successful
leader for rnanv years, and the Democ
racy of New York state cannot do too
much for him. I feel confident he will
be chosen unanimously. No, I am not
a candidate for the senatorship. Neither
is Governor Flower.”
Mr. Sheehan probably speaks with
authority regarding Governor Flower.
It was learned from other sources that
Mr. Flower expects to enter President
Cleveland’s cabinet as secretary of the
treasury. Lieutenant Governor Sheehan
will, of course, succeed him if he does.
There are other candidates for the sena-
torship, including Daniel Magone, ex-
collector of the port of New York; Con
gressman Dmiel Lockwood of Buffalo,
and state Senator Win. Brown, but Mr.
Murphy appears to have the calL
Lehman's Liverpool Letter. v
New York, Nov. 12.—The Liverpool
market was affected favorably by ret
ports from this side. Speculators bought
freely and we can scarcely say what
Liverpool will do shenld this market
continue favorable. Thfe Liverpoel mar
ket closed strong, at an advance of from
eight to nine points over the night’s
dose.
Itch on human and horses and all »ni-
shouldered, narrow chested, ill nour
ished, almost untaught except in the
U-rd . < hool of experience. 1 lingered
outsit-■ a moment, waiting for Sandy to
dispose of his customer before entering,
but as the little girl - did not appear 1
opened the door.
“Fiity cents; fifty cents,” Sandy was
shouting as 1 stepped inside. “Canna
ye nr.derstan that, ye pair heathen?
Fifty cents.”
He was standing before his bench, ges-
ticnla ing, with a pair of newly soled
shoes, two sizes too small for the girl,
who »tood in a mutely submissive atti
tude before him. Sandy has always res
olutely disdained learning any foreign
tongue. If the “braid Scots’ deealect,”
isn’t good enough for his customers they
can ( '• elsewhere.
“M- ne mutter ist todt,” began the
child’ gentle, uncomplaining voice,
“mid
“C ne hither, Owen,” cried the old
man patiently. “Can ye tell what is’t
the L a wants?”
To.- ..irltoldu.eherstory. Her mother
was o -ad. She waa the oldest of four
chilu.- -ii, and had seen eighteen years,
thougii she looked but fourteen. She
and t. o other cnildren had got work-
tailor'> piecework—and they were all
living somehow, but it was very hard.
She ' ad the money for mending the
shoes but the neighbors had told her
that * der Herr MacNab” was such a
kind carted man, and so
Thi look of puzzled inquiry in Sandy’s
face - Qtuiged to tender regard as 1 trans
lated. Before 1 had finished he was
noduing his head energetically in token
of compliance and wrapping np the
shoe: in a sheet of newspaper. Then he
put t’.. im into the girl’s hands and gently
push' i her toward the door.
“Ac‘.il Du lieber Gotti” said the child,
and >.rapping a reverent Old World
cour : y, she turned to go.
“Whaur are ye leevin, lass?” said
Sandy, following her to the door. I ex
plained the qnery, and she gave him an
address near by. Sandy tucked a crum
pled bank note into her hand, and as he
put a pinch of Maccaboy to his nostrils
a moment later 1 thought 1 saw his hand
dodging suspiciously about his eyes. The
girl looked at the bill in a dazed sort of
a way for a moment, and then dropped
another courtesy, this time to the door
of the shop, and was gone.
“Pair mitherless bairns,” said Sandy,
as he began a loud rat-tat on the sole of
a shoe. Presently he paused and in
quired, “What said Bhe as shegaed o6t7”
“She 6aid, ’Ah, thou dear GodP ” I re
plied. “It was a prayer of thankfulness.”
“Puir bairn! puir bairn!” said Sandy,
stopping his work to take another pinch
of snuff. “She pits the proud an michty
to shame wi’ her simple faith. An 1 ca’d
her a heathen! Hech, Owen, lad, it’s a
sair vail for bairns desertit by their
ain !:in. Think o’t, monl In o’ this
great ceetv f our little anes fechtin wi’
want . n poverty an hnnger by their lane
in a .-arret, the prey o’ the evil an de
sign in. scorn’d by them that's no their
better:-, neglectit by the powerfu’, except
by v .y o’ robliery, wi’ ne’er a sicht of
the fi !s an wavin woods o’ the bonny
country or the wash o’ the sea; withoot
time or strength for childish play—eh,
Owen. What if my Janet—na, na, bet
ter as she is, puir little oue, nnner the
sod i the kirkyard that leevin sae be
set,” and Sandy dropped his head into
his hands. 1 had never heard him allude
before to his wife and daughter long
dead m Linlithgow.
“It's an owre lang tale to tell,” said
Sandy, after a moment’s pause, seeming
to fin l a gentle comfort in speech of his
loved and lost ones, “bnt f’se cut it
short i' the tellin. Ne’er a mon in a’
Scotia -was so blithe as Alexander Mac
Nab the day that made bonny Bessie
his bride, nor for mony a year after.
The bairuies cam', two o' them, bnt
wee Sandie deed in infancy an ainly
Bess was left to cheer the little hame
an’ tuak’ bright the ingle nenk. Yet,
still we were happy, sae happy, till Bes
sie—rho was ne’er strong, nor her mither
—seemed to weaken, day by day, an
fade oot an waste awa\ till her face was
pale an clear wi the awfu’ whiteness o'
the great hereafter shinin through the
vail o’ flesh. Eh, she sold ha’ made a
bonny angell”
Here Sandy paused abruptly, and for
some minutes sat silently brooding over
the past. I did not interrupt him, and
presently he began to speak again in a
low, tremulous voice:
“Sae she went, lad. Better so, per
haps. in a* the parity of childhood. An
the wife was like a braised and broken
flow’r that droopt an droop! weel. An
i* the kirkyard they were sane side by
side, an a’ was pit dark as nieht to me.
Frien’s o’ my youth, who had lang syne
leevit i’ the new lan’, begged me’Bair to
come to them, an sae, as, all* the warF
was the same to my reft hair!, 1 earn* an
i here 1 hae leeved my lane, waiting till
and Uangtiter s, looKiug at each other.
It was impossible to get much idea of
what they were in life, bnt i looked at
them as one would look at a strange face
in a coffin and then handed back the case
in silence.
Just then the door was flung open and
a number of men entered the room, their
forms but dimly discernible in the dusk
which had fallen upori^us unheeded.
Why, it’s Langdon,” said one. ad
vancing with an pxclamation of sur
prise. “I suppose you’ve got everything
all arranged for the picuic, Sandy?*’
No,” said I, hastily interposing, “we
have not been talking abont the picnic
at all. That’s what 1 came for, bnt Mr
MacNab has been telling all abont the
old days in Scotland, and we hadn’t
really got down to business yet.”
Sandy bustled abont to light a conple
of gas jets as 1 spoke, and when he had
finished he slowly retnrned, thankful, 1
was sure, for the moment’s respite.
Fni thinkin,” said he slowly, “that I
s’all na gae to the picnic.”
Not go to the picnic!” said young
MacGowan in astonishment. “Why,
uncle, how can that be? What would
the picnic be without you?”.
Aye, lad, it’s kind o’ yon to speak sae,
but I’m owre auld for sic tricks. 1 canna
pit the stane, nor bnrl the caber, nor
rin, nor lonp, nor warsle, nor step a
hielan fling. Yonng folk s'nld be blithe
an merry an an Id folk s’uld stay hame.
Dinua mind me, lad, bnt go your ways.”
He’s thinkin o' his bairn, pair
Sandy,” whispered Hob Mackenzie in
my ear.—Owen Langdon in New York
Recorder.
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- y 1 is lang enench, but the scar’s wi me
yet, Owen, the scar’s wi’ me yet, an will
be till my deeing day, an 1 canna see a
wee bairn warslin wi’ this wicked war!
like the pnir Dutch lass, but 1 maun
think: ‘Hoo, if ’twere Bess? My ain
wee Bessie? 1
And the old man, dashing his hand
across his eyes to clear away a mist
that was not all of age, drew from
his inner vest pocket one of those old
fashioned daguerreotype cases that used
to be so common on country house cen
ter tables twenty years ago ahd handed
it to me. 1 opened it, and after turning
the case this way and ^hat to avoid the
i reflection from the glassy surface, saw
Ga.
Equalizers Not In It.
Jndge Marshall J Clarke, of Atlanta,
yesterday rendered a decision in the
case <f Mr. Wash Collier, that will af
fect every county in tbe S ate. He holds
that tbs Board of Equalization are un
constitutional, and that taxpayers need
not pay any taxation to the increased
values put-on their property by these
Boards. The Fait n county Board
raised Mr. Colliers’ property, and the
Court enjoined the tax collector from
collecting the increase The matter
wlU probably go to tbe Supreme court two dimly outlined faces^ the mother's
HOW RECEIVED IN MEXICO.
The Democratic Victory Gives Great Sat
isfaction to the Greaser Reformers.
City of Mexico, Nov. 12.—The news
of the election of Cleveland was received
by the tariff reformers of Mexico with
great satisfaction, as certain to strength
en them in tbe contest against monopo
lies. The Mexican protectionists have
employed stock arguments, American
high tariff party and the complete rout
of that party is a tremendous blow to
them.
The European business men do not
like his election, regarding it as likely
to promote the growth of American
trade with this country. This is the
only element that finds no satisfaction
in the triumph of the great tariff re
former in the United States.
Cnimc Or A GiflNl tS5-
The Bloodthirsty Creature Murdered a
Child Left in Her Care.
St. Petersburg, Nov. 12.—The young
giantess, Yaroshevski, recently called at
the honse of a family named Yooteski,
living near the.hamlet of Sariera. She
drank considerable yodka with the
mother, who subsequently went away
and left her in charge of two young
children. When the mother returned
the young giantess was threatening to
kill the three-year-old girl with a knife.
In the comer lay the boy baby, with his
throat ent, his cheeks gnawed off, and
all the blood sneked out of his body.
The mother summoned the neighbors
and they disarmed the giantess. The
people of the hamlet tried to lytach the
giantess, but she was rescued’ by the
military.
Prominent Leaders May Be Arrested.
New York, Nov. 12.—A special to
The Herald from Troy says: Thomas
C. Platt of New York, and David Mar
tin of Pennsylvania, may be arrested
and tried on the charge of conspiring tc
prevent Democrats from voting.
A number of local Republican leaders,
including Representative Quackenbush,
Archie Aston, F. E. Bonsteel and Zepli
T. Magill are said to be implicated.
DEMOCRATIC VICTORY SONG-
TALKING OF GEORGIANS.
Colonel Blount and Judge Turner are
slated for Important Recognition.!
Washutoton, Nov. 12.—Cabinet gos
sip has commenced in earnest here.
William C. Whitney is quite certain
to be Secretary of State, Congressman
H. A. Herbeit, of Alabama, will be
secretary cf the navy. The treasury
will go to New York. M r . Harrlty may
be pci tmaster general. Mr. Hatch, of
Missouri, will probably be secretary of
agriculture. Governor Campbell, of
Ohio, maybe secretary of war or inte
rior. The attorney generalship will go
to Illinois, Indiana or Wisconsin, and
so will either war nr interior. Indeed,
tbe interior department may again go to
Senator Vilas.
It is agreed among all the party lead
ers here that Illinois, Wisconsin, Cali
fornia and Ohio should be recognized in
cabinet appointments. Thus the indi
cations are that Alabama will be the
only Southern State to get a cabinet
place. However, the South will get a
few good appointments. Georgia will
be recognized in the appointment of
Congressman James H. Blount as a for
eign minister of the first class. He will
perhaps, go to Great Britain, Austria or
St. Petersburg. Georgia will also get
the minister to Venezuela and one or
two consulships. Sbe will, however,
not get as much rec ignition as in the
past on account of the Democratic vic
tories in the West, which states will de
mand and will be entitled to recogni
tion.
Congressman Turner, of Georgia, is
spoken of for assistant secretary of state
or assistant attorney general. But for
the fact that the West will have to be
recognized in tbe appointment of attor
ney general he would perhaps be ten*
dered that, as Mr Cleveland has a very
high regard for his great legal ahility.
A quick and permanent cure. Mr. J.
M. Kseslor, 141o W. Lombard St.,
Balto , Md„ says: “I take great pleas
ure in saying that in a case of neuralgia
in my family, I found Salvation Oil ef
fectual and speedy in the cure of the
patient ”
HAKRISO’S VIEWS.
ITune. Bonnie Blue Flag.]
I.
We’ve smashed the erown of
“Grand pa’a Hat,”
And it waa mighty high,
He’a ran hia race with “Little Rat,”
And THEY have got to die.
Chokvb.—Hnrrah ! hurrah !
Hurrah for heneat Cleve l*
We’ll lead the boat with Grover, boja,
And dose *he van with Stew.
II.
O’d Force-Bill Lodge, yon had to fail,
Yon need’nt groan and eigh,
For now yon’re safely “LODGED” in jail.
And yon have got to dio„
r H0BU»—
in.
We made tbe dainty fallow rick,
*‘Called Home dead Carnege-ie,”
Ha’ll wlah he ne’er h d aeon old Frick,
In Seotcb-he’a got to dee.
Chorus—
IV.
We’ll bring “Protective Tariff” taw.
They aay ’tie n ightv high,
MeKinley waa tbe rasral, so,
He anrely had to die.
Chorus—
. V
The “Billion dollar Congress,” too
Has said its last good bye,
Resnmp ion act could rot renew,
The men that had to die.
Chorus—
* VI.
For Tammany wbh whoop and yell.
Had sounded the war-cry,
The Democrats, they fought it well,
The Reps, they had to die.
Chorus—Hurrah 1 hnrrah 1
Hnrrah for honest Cleve I
We’ll lead tie host with Grover, boya,
And dose tbe van with 8ie7e.
—Mart Ella Noble.
Hov.tI.im.
Of the Great Collapse that Came t
Him and Kls Party.
New York, Nov. 12.—President Har*
rison talked freely today about the re
cent defeat of his party and the causes
which brought it about.
“The overwhelming defeat of the
Republican party,” be said, “was due
mamly to the position of the party on
the tariff question. The Republicans
bad forced this issue to an extreme
which evidently did not meet with the
approval of the people.”
This expression of opinion on the
part of President Harrison verifies a ru
mor current here some time ago that it
was the party, and not the president,
who took such an extreme position on
the two hading issues on which tbe Re
publican campaign was to be made.
Tber i was another element, the presi
dent said, wh’ch had much to do with
the defeat of the Republicans last Tues
day, in 1 its force was felt at tne North
as well as in the South. There was a
popular belief that tbe force bill issue
kept the South solid in old lines; but
in the president’s estimation, it did
more than that, for it brought to the
support of the Democratic ticket many
votes in tbe North. The verdict of last
Tuesday, he continued, could be con
strued in but one way. It meant a con
demnation of the higt tariff policy of
the Republicans. President Hamsoa
has very decided views as to the con
duct of the campaign. He does not
think very much of Chairman Carter, of
the Republican national committee. He
consented to Carter’s appointment only
when it became evident that no more
acceptable man could be secured. He
said tbe campaign had been mismanaged
and that much better results would have
been secured bnt for the “rainbow chas
ing” schemes to which Carter gave
countenance.and assistance.
The president said that he realized for
some time past that the drift of public
sentiment was against him and hia
party, and it was this that led him to
force his advice upon the party leaders.
“The disregard of the advice.” the
president said, “had much to do with
the result of last Tuesday.”
THE POSTMASTER’S OFFICE.
Applicants are Arising on all Sides.
The applicants for the office of post*
master of Athens are becoming more
numerous.
Yesterday it became known that two
more of our good Democratic citizens
were applicants for that place. They
are Messrs. D. C. Oliver and J.H.
Reaves.
Indications now point to a pretty
lively scramble for the position, aa it is
aright nice office.
It is no easy thing to dress harsh,corse
hair so as to make it look graceful or
becoming. By the use of Ayer’s Hair
Vigor, this difficulty is removed, and
the hair made t o assume any style or
arrangement that may be desired. Give
tne Vigor a trail.
Whitklaw Reid wishes now tba
had sent ont a substitute in this i
paign. _u
