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light, stood a
young woman,
- one cl enched
hand resting upon an antique table at
her side, the other pressed convulsively
to her heart. She seemed to have just
spoken in greUt excitement, for her lips
still quivered, her eyes still flashed in- j
dignant glances at an old man who sat
at the other side of the table in an old
fashioned hair-cloth chair, his hands
folded on his knees, his white head
thoughtfully bowed.
They were a remarkable pair, this
old man and the young woman. Not
until he arose could one perceive the
Herculean proportions of the old man’s
figure. Then became apparent the
breadth of the slightly-bowed shoulders
that supported a head whose snowy
locks shaded a wrinkled face glowing
with the wintry flush of a withered
apple.
The woman's figure was delicate,
though well rounded, and a warm
southern color glowed in her dark skin.
A wealth of jet-black hair crowned her
head, in strange contrast with the blue
German eyes that now sparkled with
excitement. The retreating sunlight
seemed to gather about and envelop
her figure, leaving the corners of the.
room to the fast gathering shades of
twilight.
Motionless she stood there, expectant
ly awaiting an answer from the old
man. lie, however, remained silent,
lost in deep thought. Then, impatient
ly tapping her roughly-shod little foot
upon the floor, she asked: “Am I not
Iff'' 1 ’ $
MOTIONLESS SHE STOOD THERE.
right., grandfather? Have you nothing
to say?”
Without raising his head at her ques
tion the grandfather quietly a % vered:
“You are still young, Marya; your
thoughts are very different from those
in the white head that has weathered
the blasts of so many a stormy season.
Besides, the hot blood of your mother
flows in your veins. You are in the
wrong. It ill becomes you to scorn the
manners and customs of our island.”
Marya retreated into the deep em
brasure of the window and stood look
ing out across dike and meadow —out
upon the restless sa that stretched
away in the splendor of the winter sun
set. Pressing her hand to her heaving
breast, she answered, impetuously: “The
hot blood of my mother is always
thrown in my face when I will not act
to suit these meddlesome, narrow
minded islanders. O! I well understand
my mother’s early death; she, with her
warm nature, could no longer live
among these fish-heads.”
“Be not so wicked,” said the old man,
still quietly, yet in a tone slightly
raised; “you have still much to learn
from your mother. Although she was
called ‘The Stranger,’ all lovetFher be
cause she clung to us as though she
were one of usrrmd seemed to love the
sea as if she hail been born upon it. It
was only when Peter, your father, was
lost at sea that she was seized with that
feeling of homesickness that hastened
her death.”
A pause ensued. Without could be
beard the dull roar of the sea, within
only the monotonous ticking of the old
clock—fleeting waves, fleeting time.
Again Marya turned to her grandfather,
whose earnest words had somewhat
quieted her emotion; with more defi
ance than passion she now spoke:
“Very good, grandfather! Was not Ia
good wife to my husband? Had he aught
to charge against me? He, or you? I
need notask what others thought. My
husband was a good man, but I was only
an inexoerienced girl when I married
him. Now lam a few summers wiser,
and if I choose to marry again, I will
not consult the cousins and aunts, who
would marry every widow to her hus
band's brother and thus avoid a divi
sion of the patrimony. I will not sub
mit to it. I will not marry Hans I’rerik,
and if he—”
She did not finish her sentence, for
the door softly opened, and “See! See!”
called a childish voice. As Marie, her
little three-year-old daughter, thrust
her head through the opening, Marya
flew toward her. Seizing the child and
lifting her high in the air, she danced
round and round with her, until the
child’s short skirts became inflated and
the little paper ship which she held by a
long thread, took its first voyage upon
the air. Glad shouts proclaimed Marie’s
enjoyment of the sport. When released
by her mother, she climbed upon her
grandfather’s knee, showed him her
little ship, and begged him to sail out
with her upon the Elbe to Hamburg.
The grandfather fondly stroked the
child’s head and promised to build a big
ship in which they two would sail away
over the sea, past England to the beau
tiful Odessa, her grandmother’s earl>
home.
Marya began humming the melan
choly refrain of a simple, rhymeless
ballad, in which Marie’s thin, childish
voice soon joined, for the child already
knew the song.
"A happy heart beats in my brtast,
But a heavy weight upon it lies."
The soft, monotonous voice and the
name, Marya, were all that might give
one a clew to the young woman's east
ern origin. But they were sufficient to
cause the islanders to bestow upon her
the name they had formerly given her
mother—“ The Stranger.” Her grandfa
ther greatly disliked her foreign name;
as he considered himself one of the pa
triarchs of the community, he insisted
that the oriental Marya, should, for the
child, be translated into the German
Marie.
The old tower, the home of Marya
and her grandfather, is a rude, clumsy
structure, upon the island Neuwerk,
which lies upon the extreme northwest
ern coast of Germany. The islanders
call it “The Lighthouse.” Buiy, upon
a point, which, at ebb tide is connected
with the mam island by a stretch of sea
marshes, at flood tide it stands a lone
sentinel in the midst of the surging sea.
Many and varied have been the services
rendered by this strange old tower.
While for ages its massive walls have
afforded shelter and hospitality, the
lantern surmounting the structure, with
its two-and-thirty lights, intensified by
polished reflectors, has been a beacon to
numberless pilots, enabling them to
guide their vessels safely among the
sands that lie at the mouth of the Elbe.
It has seen generation after genera
tion pass away. In the five hundred
years of its history,* war, murder and
other deeds of violence, as well as the
destructive force of the sea, have raged
in and about it. All classes of people
! have found shelter beneath its gray, old
roof: merchant princes, whose sway ex
tended over the highways of the sea;
defiant sea-robbers, foes to the com
merce of the flourishing city of Ham
burg, who here awaited trial and judg
ment; shipwrecked sailors, who found
here safe harbor; even travelers from
foreign climes, who had now and agair
settled upon the island and made their
home in the old tower.
But all that is long past. Even since
the time when Marya, “The Stranger,”
had so disturbed the peace of the little
community within the dikes, a thousand
tides have ebbed and flowed, and scarce
one old woman lives that can tell the
story of her strange deed. Here and
there, however, may be found an old
gray-haired sea-dog. who can still re
call the events of that night, long past,
when the guiding star of the lighthouse
disappeared, and the death and destruc
tion that followed were attributed to
the frenzied throbbing of one woman’s
heart.
Daylight was fading. From her high
outlook, Marya had watched the great
red disk of the sun sink below the hori
zon. Every evening she did this. Only
after the last quivering rays had van
ished and the dark blue canopy of twi
light overshadowed the murmuring sea,
did she recall to mind her household Mu
; ties. Her grandfather prepared to dis
| charge the duties of his position, for old
! Peter Eilt was both keeper of the light
| house and governor of the island. Lit
| tie Marie accompanied him, still beg
■ ging for more stories of strange lands
| beyond the sea, where flowers grow as
large as the plate from which she ate
her supper.
“One becomes a child again with the
little darling and would fain conjure
the sun from the heavens for her,” said
the old man as he ascended the stairs
again to polish the reflectors before the
lamps were lighted. Marya seized the
; little one again and embraced her with
such fierce fondness that Marie strug
gled to free herself and ran screaming
after her grandfather.
“1 am going to get some water,”
| called Marya after the two as she trok
her waterpails and went down the
steps. As she emerged from the arched
| doorway below, she stood motionless
I for a few moments before descending
the wooden steps that lod down to the
j well, the one precious fountain that
was inclosed with the lighthouse by
the surrounding dikes. This, too.
j Marya did every evening. From the
little landing at the head of the stairs
I she could look out across the nearer
j dikes and could herself be plainly seen
! from the houses that lay between the
j dikes beyond —that was the main thing
| It was still light enough for that.
Why Marya so strenuously resisted
the custom of the island and would not
marry Hans Frerik, her husband’s
1 brother, might have been easily under
stood had one seen her a little later,
1 under the protecting shadows of the
| winter evening, clasped in the arms of
a burly, blonde-haired youth. The two
had hastened to their trysting place on
the east side of the old tower, where
; the shadows lay the deepest and where
they were protected from the keen
north wind. Tender whispered noth
ings, so dear to the hearts of lovers,
found no place in their conversation
although each regarded the matter
from an individual standpoint, yet each
was so thoroughly imbued with the
views of the practical islanders, that it
was impossible for them to become
sentimental.
“Grandfather has been very urgent
againabout Dans Frerik, and this after
noon Aunt Meta visited us; she did not
omit her usual tirade upon 1113’ ob
stinacy and my being untrustworthy
because I am ‘The Stranger.’ It is
almost more than i can bear. Do you
not think so, Karl?”
.Marya placed both hands upon the
young man’s shoulders. For a moment
he stood thus, his head bowed in
thought; then, throwing his arms about
her, he pressed her to his heart in an
ardent embrace.
“Stop such nonsense,” exclaimed
Marya, but at the same time returning
his embrace with a warm kiss. “An
swer me,”
“I think,” answered Karl, “that you
will finally yield. Hans Frerik is a
tine-looking young fellow, and, besides,
there would be no division of the prop
erty.”
"You? You? You advise me to it?”
cried Marya, in a passionate, yet sub
dued voice. She seized his arm as though
she would drag him into the light be
fore a bar of justice.
“Nonsense, nonsense!” laughed Karl.
“Don't be so furious, Marya. It would
be worth a man’s while to risk his neck
for such a woman as you are.”
“Don’t say such things,” protested
Marya, “but tell me plainly what you
think.”
“How impetuous you are! One gets
tired of always facing an adverse mind.
Y’ou might know that what I said about
Hans Frerik was only in jest. I wanted
to see in what direction you would sail
in such a breeze.” •
“And you will be true?” asked Marya,
breathlessly. “We two wild never be
separated?”
“Of course not, you will treasure,”
answered Karl, laughingly, taking both
her hands in his and kissing her. “You
taught me the meaning of love; the
others here know nothing about it—
only you and I. Is it not so?”
“I could not live without you,” whis
pered Marya. “I love you because you
are not sluggish and cold and stolid like
the fish-heads under their foggy skins—
like Hans Frerik.”
In the bliss of this stolen interview,
Marya' forgot her pails of water, her
grandfather and the child; forgot the
lighthouse, the island and the sea, yea,
even the whole world. The passionate
warmth of her oriental nature was
throbbing in her veins—she loved for
the first time.
Soon the north wind began sifting
sleet in icy showers over the little is
land. Karl, with cold, took
his leave, after bidding Marya a fond
farewell. He dared no longer linger,
for on the morrow he was to sail with
the tide for Hamburg, where he would
assume the duties of superintendent in
the large warehouse of llerr Michelson.
“ A happy heart beats in my breast,
But a heavy weight upon it lies.”
Marya hummed the mournful strains,
as, with her water-pails, she sought her
little kitchen. This pathetic little
song, the plaint of an unhappy race,
Marya’s mother had transplanted from
the lowlands of the Dnieper to the
shores of the North sea.
Peter Eilt had, in the meantime,
lighted the lamps and now was busying
himself in his usual fashion; not con
tent with less than a threefold assur
ance of the spotless condition of the
great lantern, a touch must needs be
added here and there, although he well
knew that everything was in perfect
order.
“The safety of life and property de
pends upon my light,” he would sav,
“and if an old man of seventy years
it/'''’
is)
'l..—- *
■ • ’
MARYA PLACED BOTH HANDS UPON HIS
SHOULDER.
cannot do his work well, he should not
attempt it at all.”
As the light suddenly flared up in the
great lantern, it flashed with dazzling
brilliancy out across the dark water.
Just outride the door, in the narrow
gallery that encircled the lantern, sat
Marie, her little hands folded in her
blue apron. Shivering in the cold wind
that whistled around the tower, she
quietly waited, for she was forbidden
by her grandfather to enter the tower
or run about upon the gallery. Crouch
ing there, she watched in great glee the
ships on the sea below, that looked so
ghostly in the vanishing twilight. The
wind tilled their-sails as they stemmed
their way against the current of the
Elbe toward the great commercial city
on its banks. Green stars scintillated
in the yawning depths of the sea, here
one, there one —as many stars as there
were lights upon the ships, green lights
hung out upon the starboard. These
little stars were Marie’s greatest joy;
for them alone did she climb every
evening the long flight of stairs that
led to the lantern.
Here and there among the green
stars twinkled a red one, when some
large merchantman came to anchor off
the island, its bow turned with the
current toward the tea, showing the red
larboard signaL
Marie knew quite well that the
lights that quivered in the vast dark
ness below, as the ships glided phan
tom-like on their way, looked for
guidance to her grandfathers beacon
light. Crouching lower and lower, and
shivering with cold, the child gazed
into the wide heavens altove her, where
real little stars shone, and from whence
seemed to come the wind that blew as
though it would extinguish .a hundred
thousand lights with its cold breath.
At length the grandfather came out
and took the obedient little one with
him to the cozy room below.
Here they found a guest whom the
casual observer might have taken to be
Karl’s brother, although he was only a
cousin of the dusky Marya’s blonde
lover. He bad the same yellow hair,
the same blue eyes—eyes in which
lurked a suggestion of melancholy not
seen in Karl’s. The firm lines about his
mouth, as well as his strong, 'well
shaped hands, indicated a will of iron.
This was Hans Frerik, the brother-in
law, and, according to the custom of
the island, the future husband of “The
Stranger.”
Hans Frerik was heir to a fine estate;
large herds of cattle, which grazed upon,
the sea-meadows beyond the dikes,
would one day be his own. He might,
therefore, have led the comfortable life
of a farmer, but for his great love of
the sea. While a boy, be was best sat
isfied when, as a cow-herd, he was free
to lounge upon the beach at all times
and in all kinds of weather.
Later, however, his ambition grew,
and he had a fishing smack built for
[TO BE CONTINUED.|
Jay Gouid’s Only Drink.
Gould always believed that the
secrets ot his ability to overcome
others in any contest of wits was
his temperate habit of life, says
Kate Field’s Washington. He nev
er tasted whiskey but once. In the
days when he was a surveyor in a
small way,and was mapping a coun
ty on the practical line of getting
lodgings and meals of the farmers
in exchange for marking correct
sun dials on their door steps, he be
came tired one hot, dusty afternoon.
He came to a country tavern. In
his pocket was a flve-cent piece. II
suddenly struck him that as a med
icine to relieve faintness he ought
to buy a glass of whisky with hi
half-dime. “I was ignorant of bar
usage,” lie said once in describing
the incident to a friend, ‘‘and so
w hen a glass and a bottle were set
before me I filled iiie turn bier chock
full. The bartender made no pre
test and I swallowed the big horn.
Then 1 went my way, trundling
my wheelbarrow-like measure of
distances and occasionally taking
the hearings with a sextant. Never
in my life had my work gone off
half so blithesomely, and for a while
I felt as though making a map oi
the si r y 1 eayens instead of a very
dusty portion of this mundane
sphere. After an hour or more of
exulation I grew sleepy and took a
long nap under a tree in a field. I
a woke with an awful headache anri
found tiiat the figures entered in
my notebook during time of extra
steam were quite incoherent. I
was fully convinced that whisky
was a bad surveyor and 1 have
never tried it for any other pur
pose.”
Gold Production.
Current statistics of the country’s
gold product in 1893 estimate it ap
proximating $36,000,000 —$3,000,000
more than 1892. The silver product
for 1893 is estimated at a little over
$78,000,000 —a decrease of $6,000,000
from the previous year. The re
turns published in various papers
lately show the yield of gjld in
Australasia for 1893 to he 1,876.561
ounces. Giving this a value of S2O
an ounce would make that worth
$37,531,210. It will be observed
thar Australasia produced more
gold last year than the United
States. For the first three months
of 1894 the Witwatersrand district
in South Africa has produced 467,-
056 ounces, an increase of nearly 50
per cent over*last year. The south
African gold, so reputed, is about
0:82 fine. If the African output is
kept up during the year, the total
will be about that of the United
States for the same period. The
average annual gold yield of the
world for the last ten years has
been $32,000,000.
And There Was Light.
[Utica Observer.]
I was sexton of Grace church
when the Rev. Mr. was rector
here. It was a summer night and
rather warm, so when the rector
commenced his sermon I turned
down the gas in the body of the
church to make it a little cooler.
The text that night was, if I re
member it, “Let There He Light.”
I was sitting in the rear part of the
church, not paying particularly
close attention to the sermon nor
in fact to anything else. Suddenly
the rector exclaimed loudly: “More
light! More light!” I jumped for
the stop-cock in the gas supply pipe
and turned on the gas full head : 1
over the church. Well, sir, you
ought to have seen those people!
Some of them laughed right out
and those that didn’t had hard
work not to. I found out afterward
that when the lector said “More
light!” he was not giving directions
to me, hut quoting the dying words
of Goethe.
A DANGEROUS REPTILE.
Why the Python of India Is to Be
Feared.
“Probably no country in the world
contains more reptiles of every kind
than India,” remarked Capt. L. E.
Slocum, a retired officer of the Brit
ish army. “Among the largest and
most dangerous of these is the
python. Although this snake has no
poison in its fangs it is none the less
to be feared, as it inflicts death on
its victim as surely and quickly as
the most venomous reptile. Itgrows
to an enormous size, frequently
reaching thirty feet in length with a
body thick and strong in proportion.
While 1 was stationed in India I had
an opportunity to see a python seize
and kill its victim, and the awful
power of the reptile was fully im
pressed on my mind. I was on a
hunting expedition with three broth
er officers, and while we were mak
ing our way through the jungle we
were startled at hearing a savage
growl come from a clump of bushes
near by. Realizing that a wild beast
was in dangerous proximity we hast
ily climbed to a place of safety amid
the branches of a neighboring tree.
We were not a moment too soon, for
in an instant a magnificent Bengal
tiger leaped from the bushes, roar
ing terribly and lashing his sides
with his tail as he glared around in
search of his enemies. In another
moment a huge python darted forth
from some place of concealment and
before the tiger had a chance to es
cape had encircled it, with its fold.
The act was done with the rapidity
of lightning. As the snake tight
ened its folds the eyes of the tiger
bulged out from its head, its mouth
gasped vainly for air and the crunch
ing of its bones could be distinctly
hoard. We killed the serpent.”—St.
Louis Globe-Democrat.
MRS. GREEN'S FINANCIERING.
She Makes a Deal Herself and Saves
the Commission.
He is a sharp business man who
can get the better of Mrs. Hettie
Green, the wealthy financier. When
the business depression was weigh
ing most heavily upon the country a
rich New Yorker who wanted a large
sum of ready money wished to place
a mortgage on one of the most valu
able pieces of real estate in New
York city. His brokers set forth to
negotiate the loan, but cash was ex
tremely scarce, even when the finest
security was offered for it. Amopg
others whom the brokers saw in re
gard to the loan was a certain bank
er who knows Mrs. Green. He was
unable to make the loan and could
think of no one who could. Meet
ing Mrs. Green the next day, how
ever, he said to her:
“Oh. why didn’t I think of you
yesterday? Mr. Z ——'s' brokers
were in to see me to borrow a mil
lion.”
“On what?” asked Mrs. Green;
and the banker explained the securi
ty, the terms, etc.
“You can go and see the brokers
now,” he said, “You will be wel
come. A million isn’t easy to raise
in these days; and there is a pretty
commission in it for them if they
can get the money from you. They’ll
be glad to see you.”
But they did not see Mrs. Green.
She had no intention of letting that
commission go astray. She saw Mr.
Z herself, gave him the loan at
her rate of interest, and took Ihe
commission also for getting the loan.
—N. Y. Tribune.
The Smallest NEWsbov.
I saw him one night as I was go
ing down str et on a trolley car.
The car was full of people, tired and
glad to get home, when just as we
passed one of the big dry goods
stores there came into the car the
littlest newsboy I have ever seen.
He was not a baby but he was not
bigger than some babies I have seen.
He had a lot of evening papers under
his arm and his ragged shoes hardly
served to keep his toes warm. HL
cheeks were red and he looked into
the car in such a queer, surprised
way that I felt he did not know what
to do. Maybe he had to sell papers to
help his poor mother. His dirty lit
tle coat told me he was poor, and as
he did not offer his papers I reached
out for one and put some money in
his hand, anditwent into his pocket.
He did not offer to give back any
change, in fact he did not seem to
know how to sell papers at all.
Then a lady next to me gave him
-five cents, but would not take a pa
per; then a gentleman bought one,
then another, until when the poor,
puzzled little chap went to get off
the car and a policeman lifted him
down everybody in the car had an
evening paper. What was his name?
I don’t know. He never said a word
while he was in the car, only just
bashfully walked along in the car
and people took his papers and gave
him the money. I called him
“Ducky.”—N. Y. Advertiser.
No Wonder.
Actor—When I am acting I forget
everything about me. I see nothing
but my role. The public disappears
entirely.
Friend —I don’t wonder at that. —
Fliegende Blaetter.
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9 ELECTRIC TELEPHONE
Bold outright, no rent, no royalty. Adapted
to City, Village or Country. Needed in every
home, shop, store and office. Greatest convtn*
iencc and best seller on earth. *
tgpulM wake from 85 to 850 perdfT.
One in a residence means a sale to all a
neighbors. Fine instruments, no toys, woi *
/ / anywhere, any distance. Complete, re.idy r
pT use when shipped. Can l>e put up by any oi
never out of order, no repairing, lasts a l fa
i time. Warranted. A money maker. Writ
w. P. Harrison & Cos., Clerk 10, Columbus >•
low- able I.tbiiv. ;ieil MlltVß TON
Sold by Druggists or sent by mail. 25c..
and SLOO per package. Samples free.
BTA The Favorite O?COTH POT 53
JOL tU? for the Teeth ac and Ilimth, c.
Plso’a Kerned}- for Catarrh is the
Best, Easiest to Use, and Cheapest.
Sold by PrugjHi a or sent by mail,
50c. E T. KazclLne, Warren, ***•
No 2 Parsenoer—East
daily.
Lv Pell City 8.30 am
'• Coal City 9.18 “
“ Badland 10.45 "
*' Duke’s 12.20 pm
“ Piedmont.... 1.36 *•
“ Warner’s 2.12 “
“ Cedartown... 2.50 “
“ Orad.v .. 3.06 “
“ Rockmart... 3.26 “
“ Tayl’rsv’le.. 3.47 “
“ Stilesboro... 4.00 “
Ar.Cartersville.. 4.25 “
[No 4 Passenger —East
DAILY EX. SUNDAY.
Lv Cedartown...6.ss am
“ (irady 7.10 “
“ Rockmart 7.30 “
■’ Taylorsville..7.s7 “
“ Stilesboro 8.02 “
Ar attartersville s 25 •*
No. 6 Passenger —Eaii
SUNDAY ONLY,
!Lv Cedartown...B.oo a m
” Grady 8.15 “
“ R0ckmart....8.36 “
“ Till lorsville 5.56
" Stilesboro. ...9.07 “
Ar CartersviUe...Bo “