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CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, W EDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1886.
THE ROSE OVER THE DOOR,
A cottage, all fitted and furnished,
Stands daintily over the way,
And here a young pair to housekeeping
Came promptly t ie fl st day of May.
The place seemed to be home-like and
cosy,
The sun shone bright on the floor,
Yet one dewy eve saw them planting
A rose to bloom over the door.
‘'But love,” they say “flies out of the win
dow
When poverty enters the door.”
But against al> trials and troubles
These two young hearts garnered full
store,
For w’hen fell the hush of the twilight,
They whispered anew' love’s sw T eet lore,
Wove closer the bonds of affection,
’Neath the roses that bloomed o’er the
door.
And then the “dark days” closed around
them,
And poverty’s wave overbore ;
To keep the dear home how they strug
gled,
\\ here roses bloomed over the door.
And now, all their “trial time” ended,
They dwell in the sunlight once more,
And love brightly gleams on the hearth
stone
Where roses bloom over the door.
Ye new mated pairs who are building
Your home-nests, now heed, I implore,
This lesson : That love lingers longest
Where roses bloom over the door.
So you who count home more than shel
ter,
Plant, ere the bright spring time is
o’er — *
To make home the brighter and det rer —
A rose to bloom oyer the door.
—Vick’s Magazine.
ONLYA COQUETTE.
A l'ost Kiiiuous Sketch by Madam George
Sand.
You wish to know why I so prize and
value this dried and faded sprig of sweet
brier? Oh, it simply grew out of a dead
woman’s bosom, and cost the man who
loved her his reason—and then his life.
That is all.
Tell you the story? You might find it
dull.
Well then sit here by my feet, child'
Toil are 16 to-day, dear, and are fast
ripening into the same dangerous beauty
which this woman of whom I just sookc
thoughtlessly abused. The story,since you
know nothing yet about the hearts of men
and women’s power over them, may do
you good.
Twenty years ago I went with my
brother to spend a summer in Sw'itzer
-1 nd. I was in feeble health and he w r as
weary with Iris work, for he was an
artist, whom the Nvorld was just beginning
to adore. W r e both needed quiet and
isolation, so we sought it in a little vil
lage, which was so difficult to access that
strangers seldom ever visited it.
We found rest and —a woman; the most
beautiful and accomplished coquette
in Franco. She had thousands of
men at her feet, only to cast them aside,
like idle toys, whenever it suited her
caprice to do so.
My brother had met her several times
before,and had successfully resisted all her
wiles, so I had been told.
Repeatedly had she attempted to make
him love her, and repeatedly had she
failed. She felt this all the more keenly
because he was the first man who had
ever withstood the powerful spell of her
charms. Really, she w r as a most remark
able woman, and I cannot understand
how any man cou and bo with her, for even
ten minutes, aud not fall helplessly in
love with her. In face and iorm she was
absolute Deflection, and besides this, she
had rare mental charms, unusual graces of
manner, and bewildering tricks of dress.
Altogether, a more brilliant and dazzling
woman never played havoc with the
hearts of men.
THE
TIME
She, too, so she said, w T as seeking rest
and retirment, and chance had sent her,
ahead of us, to the same retreat which we
bad chosen. She was unattended, except
by a single maid; making her isolation
and my brother’s danger the more corn
pie te.
The moment I saw her I began trem
bling for my brother’s safely.
True, they had met before, and a great
many times at that, but that had been in
the midst of the giddy whirl and maze of
society. Now, she had him alone, all to
herself, in the solitude and privacy of an
unknown and unfrequented Swiss vil
lage. Quite another matter.
He laughed merrily and kissed me
when I confessed my fears.
“I am already too much in love with
you, little sister,” he said, “to give any
other woman a place in my heart.”
“But,” I persisted, “she must be piqued
at you for scorning her charms in Paris;
it is impossible to guess what overpower
ing spell she will not try now”
“None which will be potent enough to
ensnare me; and, besides I never have
scorned her.”
“You resisted her —that amounts to the
same thing.”
“That may not be her point of view,”
he said, as he walked away, shrugging
his shoulders and laughing.
One day my brother was out sketching
.iiu I was fitting beside him, reading,
when the woman whom I so much dread
. and suddenly appeared. She chatted with
us for a few moments, and then begged
me to leave my book and stroll about with
her while my brother finished his sketch.
Her request seemed to surprise him, but
he controlled himself and looked up with
a merry twinkle in his eyes.
“I do not know that it will be wise for
me to trust my sister to yourjsiren spells,”
he said.
She flushed deeply and his words
seemed to hurt her.
“Mademoiselle will be quite safe,” she,
answered s. me what sadly, “if she has the
unsusceptibility ol her talented brother.
If sue does not share your distrust, and
will go with we, I promise you to bring
her back safely.”
I gaye her my hand instantly, and was
wonderfully moved by her embarrassment
and emotion.
“I will go with you,” 1 said. “My
brother is rude to day and you must not
mind him.”
“I am sure he only meant to be humor
ous,” she answered, throwing one of her
arms about my waist and drawing me
away with her.
When we were out of my brother’s
hearing, she began speaking in his praise.
She called him the most fascinating man
she had ever know n.
“Still,” I said, determined to force the
truth from her, if possible, “you have
found it easy to withstand him.”
Again her face flushed.
“Say rather,” she responded, “that he
has found it easy to—”
She paused.
“To what?” I asked.
“O, I cannot finish what I saying.
But do I need to—do you not see what I
mean? Mademoiselle, I love your brother,
and he despises me because he thinks me
heartless—only a coquette!”
And then she threw herself into my
arms and wept until her grief frightened
me. I sat down and held her against my
bosom, and stroked her liair gently as if
she had been a child.
An hour before I had hated her. Now
I loved her. Truly, compassion is the
mother of love.
When her tears 'ceased and she was
calmer I lifted up her face and kissed her
twice upon the mouth.
am glad you kissed my lips,” she
said: “no man’s lips have ever touched
them. My cheeks, though are not so in
nocent.”
It seemed the most natural thing in the
world to me that she should love ray
brother. He was handsome, lovable, tal
lented —her very counterpart. What a
splendid pair they would make if he
would only love her! Love her? Why,
that was the very thing I feared he might
do until now, and I blushed at my incon
sistency.
I assured her that nothing on < arth
could make me so happy as to see her my
brother’s wife; wdierepon she threv* her
arms about me and covered mv face
with kisses. We then and there pEdged
eternal fidelity to each other.
After that I contrived in every ; - ible
way to bring them together; tb m: , of
course, I dared not openly champ, n her
cause, since at the outset, I warned him
to bew'are of her.
Yet there was countless little i mis
which 1 could do to help matters on. and
I took advantage of every opportunity
with the utmost heartiness and zoai.
I doubt if any woman ever loved
another woman before, or will ever love
any woman again, as unreservedly as
I loved her.
My brother's indifference, sir ige to
say, seemed to increase in equ i meas
ure with my interests.
Half in anger and half in despair I
upraided him for his coldness to her.
I shall never forget the way in v hich
he answered me! Words, tone, m oner,
;ill betokened misery and wrote;, ness.
“Sister you are blind!” he ex-i mod.
“If you rate me for anything, lot '• b for
loving this woman too much. Oh, God!
I am nearly mad with love for her, and so
I have been ever since the moment I first
saw her. Walking or sleeping, tor king
or dreaming, she fills every moment of my
life. No one like her ever lived before.
Her womanhood, cxdept that sue has
neither heart nor soul, is matchless.
What man ever saw her who would not
sacrifice his last hope of heaven for a
single hour of her love? I catm to this
very place to escape even hearing the
mention of her name, and come only to
find her before me. Had I gon • away
she would have guessed my eem and
enjoyed her triumph. So I stay. and
trampled my miserable heart un . my
feet every day. When I found t-.: you
nated her I was glad, tor that tu gth
ened me and made resisting her a the
easier. Now, even you have su< - .abed
to her, and lam left to strugg’ . one;
aay, to make the matter the more less,
and the result more perilous, ii-.v you
ilso to battle against. Why : . you
done this? Do you not knew tiut ~ lust
eventually prevail, humble my pr;,.o and
strength, and bring me to her feet,c:. y to
crush me into dust under her heel, Tke a
withered leaf? Why have yon become
traiter to me? Why do you insist — ’
“Stop,” I cried angrily. “Yon c me
blind? It is you who are blind. I did
lot, truly enough, know that yoV ived
ier; but you do not know that sr ives
you!”
A knife could not have piorc him
more deeply.
“My God!” he gasped, and t fell
jack into the chair bihind i: ind
covered his face with his hand
I fairly enjoyed his suffering I em
,‘d to me that he deserved it. Ice I
at and watched him until he pi;' wn
sis hands and bade me go on.
TO BE CONTINUED
It is said that the lady who ‘ln
the Gloaming,” made #l,ooifc.
There are a good many lies
vlio sing it a 1 who do to
make much out of it.
As much glo / as has ded
Gen. Grant by the north, re
mains that cro keduess of • cr
another seems to slick to too .. like
the shirt of Nessus.
NERVE OF A WHITE MAN.
HE WHIPS A PACK OF REDSKINS
IN ARIZONA.
A Hunter’s Thrilling Story of His Strug
gle With a Band of Hostiles—A
Plucky Stand—Etc.
The Silver City (Ari.) Enterprise has
found E. C. Montgomery, who had a
fight with Indians a few weeks ago, and
learned his story of the remarkable af
fair. The Indian slayer was clad in a
loose fitting blue shirt, tight fitting, plain
ly made trousers, over the bottoms of
which came the tops of his heavy boots.
His hair aud beard, of medium length,
were sprinkled with gray, though tke
owner was apparently only forty years
of age. Smalt of staufce, neatly built,
quick in speech aud motion, he gave an
impression of benig wary and danger
ous in combat. He proved himself an
intelligent gentleman, a good cover
sationalist, evidently truthful,
and devoid of a swaggering
or boastful spirit. Iu the course of
the conversation that follwed and in
response to numerous questions Mr.
Montgumery told his story about as
follows:
“I am a hunter, and the scalps of ani
mals I kill are paid for bj Arizona. For
mountain lions I get $25, and for bears
s*lo, I have been on the frontier sixteen
years. These scars you see on my body
were made by Indian arrows w hen I was
acting as scout in a war waged upon
Indians by McKenzie. The place where
I had this recent tight was in Arizona,
twelve miles from the reservation and
about iorty miles from C.ifton. I was
thoroughly familiar with the grouud
having hunted there about four years. I
was goiug aloug a trail wuth my horse
and pack mule, ou which were provisions
and animal scalps, intending to reach
water and make a stand at two o’clock. I
was near my destination when I saw a
fresh Indian trail. Apparently there
was a party of three or four, with a horse.
Soon I saw another, and concluded I
was iu for it, and that Indians were be
hind me and others waylaying the trail.
I led my horse up behind a swell, where
bullets would pass over him and the
mule followed. My dog was growling
ail tjie time. Then I began picking my
way along a ridge, protecting myself as
far as possibie and watching. Soon two
Indians, about two hundred yards away
but some disiance apart, tired at me. I
tried to return the lire, but they disap
peared. At that instant my dog gave a
sharp growl. I wheeled, and as I did so
I saw a big burly fellow, who was trot
ting for me, apparently thinking I had
been shot. I felt a burning sensation in
my right ear, the ball passsd so close.
As he was attempting to put another
cartridge iu his gun I threw up my ifie,
saw his breast through the sights, elevat
ed the weapon, aimed at his head and
chrushed his skull just above the eye.
He tumbled forward upon his gun,
doubled up. He was between me and
the horses. I had found where the In
tlians were, and saw' that the animals
must be moved. As I ran toward them
I passed the Indian, who had been
straightened out by the dog. I took my
hunting knife, circled the neck, and
twisted the head off. Iu going to the
horses I was shot at several time. When
the horse and mule had been moved I
sneaked back and waited, fearing that the
Indians were all around. I waited
twenty minutes and head no sound.
Then I took the head, partially exposed
myself, and -waved it above my head as
high as I could reach.
“They arose and shot at me. I saw
the outline of the form of one as he sank
again. I tired, and he stumbled forward
and lay there. Tiie other fellow was not
game. I did not see either again, and
when an hour had gone I stole away and
then began a journey. I would go half a
mile, tie up, pick my w r ay back to pre
vent them slipping on me, and then trav
el again. 1 kept that up until dark, then
unloaded the mule and made a flying
ride, using mule and horse alternately.
At daybreak I came to a white man’s
ranch and rested. From there I went to
Clifton. It was a good square fight, and
I won. Luck was with me when they
had the drop on me, and after that I was
even. Yes, I was excited during the
fight, bu, I could shoot better than I
could now, as I had been keyed up tight
for twenty minutes, but when I felt that
I had got aw'ay from the gang I had to
get down from my horse, bathe my head
and lie down a few minutes. Two hours
of such suspense unnerves a man. No, I
did not have a Winchester rifle. That’s
a good saddle gun, but when a man leads
the life Ido one shot is all he wants, and
be needs a better gun than a Winchester.
I had one of the latter kind in a tight
with a bear once, and while I was trying
to remove a shell that had lodged the bear
mutilated me so that I could not sit in the
saddle during the next six weeks. I had
a Sharp of 46 calibre in this fight. I am
going to wait until that scalp is thorough
ly tanned, and then -write its record upon
it and give the ornament to my sister,
who has two others that I took years
ago.”
“Ain’t that a lovely critter, John?”
said Jerusha, as they stopped in front of
the leopard’s cigc. “Well, yes, ’sa and
John, “but he’s dreadfully fuelled,
ain’t he?”
A CALIFORNIA SNAKE STORY.
Another big snake has been reen in
Calavi ris. Our informant is Mr. A.
Lascy, deputy United States Mineral Sur
veyor, who resides at West Point. Mr.
Lascy and his son, Frank, were on a trip
into the mountains. They had reached a
point on the old emigrant road, near the
Big Meadows. Mr. L<sey, Sr., is perfectly
familiar with the whole of that mountain
country, aud he had decided on a camp
ing place a few miles further on. But
coming to an old log cabin on the road,
in which Mr. Lascy had put up before
while on surveying trips, they conclu
ded to take a look into the cabin, water
their horses from a spring in the gulch
below, and possibly make that their
camping place. They accordingly stop
ped their team, got out, and proceeded to
explore the cabin, as it looked very dilap
idated, the roof being partly crushed in
by the weight of the winter snows. Mr.
Lascy, followed by his son, went to the
low cabin door, which was closed but
not locked, pushed it open and stooped to
enter, when he was struck with terror at
sight of a monster reptile, which, lor size
and hideousness ot appearance, surpassed
anything that he had ever seen or thought
really existed on land. He never was
V *
a believer in big snake stories that he had
heard, but he avers that every particle of
incredulity that he ever possessed regard
ing these reports was completely knocked
out at sight of this liviug specimen of a
monstrous reptile.
The cabin is sixteen feet by sixteen feet.
The snake lay stretched across the cabin
with its head near and facing the door,
and its tail reaching to the opposite side
and partly coiled against some stones that
had been used for a fireplace. With its
head elevated about three feet from the
door and drawn a little backward by the
stately curve of the neck, evidently to
make room for the swing of the opening
door, the huge monster faced his intru
ders. Both men carried rifles, and as the
elder Lascy started back, the son brought
bi3 rifle to his shoulder and fired at the
reptile’s head. Mr. Lascy, quickly re
covering himself, lired also, and almost at
the same time. There was a terrible
shuffling sound for a second and like a
flash the snake scaled the walls of the
cabin through an opening close to the
eaves aud disappeared, and as he was
going over a piece of his tail fell Irom the
wall to the floor. Whether both shots
had effect or not it cannot be said, but
one shot certainly did, but missing the
head struck the tail, which was in range
on the opposite side against the rocks, and
in going over the w r all it was torn from
its slender hold. The severed piece was
six feet in length, and about the middle
w'a3 the size of a man’s wrist. Mr. Lascy
brought the tail home as a proof of his ad
venture. The snake was at the least six
teen feet long. The body was immense,
as can be judged by the tail, and as it lay
upon the floor, partialy flattened, it ap
peared to be fully eight iuehes in
breadth. It w r as covered with alternate
black and white rings. Mr. Lascy says
that from the fright which the sudden
and unexpected sight occasioned and the
rapid disappearance of the reptile after
the shooting—for after they fired they
quickly retreated from the door—it was
impossible to give a minute description of
the appearance of the monster, other than
its coloi and enormous size.—Calayeras
(Cal.) Chronicle.
THF CAPTURE OF JOHN BROWN.
From an account in the June Century
of John Brown at Harpers Ferry, written
by one of the prisoners, who was in the
engine-house during the insurrection, and
afterward held the rank of Captain in the
Confederate army, we quote the follow
ing: “ When Lieutenant Stuart came in
the morning for the final answer to the
demand to surrender, I got up and w r ent
to Brown’s side to hear his answer.
“Stuart asked, ‘Are you ready to sur
render, and trust to the mercy of the
Government?’
“Brown answered promptly, ‘No! I pre
fer to die here.’
“His manner did not betray the least
fear.
“Stuart stepped aside and made the
signal for the attack, which was instantly
begun with sledge-hammers to break
down the door.
“Finding it would not yield, the sol
diers seized a long ladder for a battering
ram, and commenced beating the door
witii that, the party within firing inces
santl} r . I had assisted in the barricading,
fixing the fastenings so that I could re
move them upon the first effort to get in.
But I was not at the door when the bat
tering began, and could not get to the
fastenings until the ladder was used. I
then quickly removed the fastenings, and
after two or three strokes of the ladder
the engine rolled partially back, making a
small aperture, through which Lieutenant
Green ot the marines forced himself,
jumped on top of the engine, and stood
fora second in the midst of a shower of
balls, looking for John Brown. When lie
saw him he sprang about twelve feet at
him, and gave an under-thrust of his
sword, striking him about midway the
body and raising him completely from
the ground. Brown fell forward with his
head-between his knees, and Green struck
him several times over the head, and as I
then supposed, split his skull at every
stroke.
“I was not two feet from Brown at that
time. Of course I got out of the building
as soon as possible, and did not know
till some time later that Brown was not
killed. It seems that in making the
thrust Green’s sword struck Brown’s
belt and did not penetrate the body.
The sword was bent double. The reason
that Brown was not killed when struck
i on the.head was that Green was holding ,
1 nis sword in.the middle, striking with the ,
1 hilt and making only scalp wounds. j
NUMBER 26
KIDNAPPING A SWKKniEAKT.
A Lover Who Run oil With His I.ove Ai
rested for Kidiuppinf,
“Here s n case of kidnapping for you,”
said Station-house Keeper Buchanan
this afternoon, as a representative of the
Telegraph entered the oflice at police
headquarters.
As Mr. Buchanan spoke ho point 1 1 to
a young man of probably twenty five
years of age, who was talking to a num
ber of friends in the office. The young
man turned and commenced laughing na
though what Mr. Buchanan said was a
good joke.
“Well, what about it?” said the Tele
giaph man. “Tell me all about the
case. ”
Oh, well, it is just a little love affair
of mine; I tried to ruu away with n girl
this afternoon, and the old man, Ur dad
dy, deat me to the tank. My name is
Ben Barton; I drive one of the city carts
and work with Inspector Willis King.
The girl’s name is Ida Doris, a daughter
of Jim Doris,, who lives near the corpo
ration limits, back of Atlanta University.
I have known the girl for three mouths
and have loved her all that time. I seo
her every day as I pass her house, and
shake hands and talk to her.
Some week sago we agreed to get mar
ried, and this afternoon we fixed for the
time. About 3 o’clock I drove up to a
Sunday school in the forks of the road
back of the college. I had a wagon that I
hired, and when I got to the school the
girl came out and joined me. We drove
off, and when we reached the corner of
Simpson and Marietta here come the
old man a puffing and blowing like one
of them big engines ou the Air Line road.
He overtook us and ordered us to get
out. The old mau throw a rock at me,
which 1 dodged, and before he coaid
throw another I was out of the wagon.
The old man ordered the girl to get oui,
but she refused, and did not do s >
until she was astisted out by the pohe-,
who came up to see what the racket was
about.”
• ‘Where had you arranged for the
marriage to take place?”
“Well, we were coming to the cit. .
We expected after getting hero to pr -
cure a license and find some one t
marry us. Ail of this thing was knock
ed in the head, however, by the old
man.”
“So that is the case, and you a o
charged with kidnapping?”
“Yes, so they tell me. If the old man
takes out a warrant for me on that ehai t *
I am going to prosecute him for assau s
with intent to murder, and you just see
if I don’t. The girl wanted to many
me, and would not get out of the wagon
until the police made her. Well, I made
a ‘bust’ of it this time and will know bai
ter how to act next time. I see now
in it I should have got my iiceuse ant*
arranged for some one to marry us befuio
I went for the girl.
When the Telegraph correspondent
left, instructions w T ere being given for
the arrest of Doris, When last seen he
was on his way home with his daughter.
It is believed that when the old man
cools off he will withdraw the charge of
kidnapping and the case will be settled
iu that way. The-I-want-to-be-a-groom
young man says that Miss Ida Doris wii
be Mrs. Benjamin Baton very soon or
lie will knov the reason why.—Tel
egraph.
NUiWS ITEMS,
Tut President sent SIOO to the Sabine
Pass sufferers.
There was a time when a man thought
twice before marrying. Nov/ he thin3>.
three times after marrying.
There are in the U. S. 101 medic 1
colleges, with nearly 15,000 students aim
almost 7,000 graduates yearly.
“What ar pauses?” asked the teacher
of the primary class. “Things that gro j
on cats,” piped tiie small boy at tl a
foot.
A ten-year-old ox, near Bainbridgt.
Ga., hits three horns, one of them, ? -
inches long, on the shoulder near ; .
weathers.
A little fellow, three years old, v
had never eaten frosted cake, asked ,
table for a piece of “that cake with pe
tering on it.”
Euclid Able and a companion, wbihs
drunk, were ordered out of Mrs. Ca -
non’s parlor, in Gadsen, Ala., when • e
shot her dead. He fled.
It is asserted that since the earth
quake the islands on the coast ha\._,
grown, and that the land is perceptibly
higer above the sea level.
In Henry county, Ala., recently, a
ten. year-old boy got hold of a bo it
containing a quart of w’nisky, and d'u x
it all. He died the next day.
“Are you ill?” asked the physician;
“let me see your tongue, please?” *
no use, doctor,” replied the patient; “ l, °
tongue cau tell how bad I feel. ”
Mary Nagle, of Bay City, Mich., thi -
tean years old, has been sent to the Adu >n
Reformitory with a view to breaking tr
the habit cf drunkenness.
A little feliow Jiving in town, between
three and four years old, was asked wkt
kitty’ did in a tight between her and a
dog. “ Well,” said he, “she humped up
h3t back as high as she could, she nu de
her tail as bigas she could, aud tlett
aha blew her nose in his face.”