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THE JASPER . v* 1 . m4^ VOL. II DISENCH ANT1£D. The time has come, as I knew it must) She said, when we should part, Bill I 0 fa.ed to lovo vhen I ceased trust, And you cannot break my heart. Not a/l the stars of my hope are set, 0 hough one is in eoiipse; Audi know there is truth in the wide — world yet If it he not on your Zips* Aud thongh I have loved you who can tell If you ever had bren so dea*, But that my heart was prodigal Of its wealth, andyou were near. I brought each rich and beautiful thing From my love’s great treasury; And I thought in myselt to make a king With the robes of roya/ty. But y«'U Ughtly laid my ora And you taught me thus to know. Not every head can wear a crown That the hands of love bestow go, take whatever you can from me, And leave me as you will; The dear romance and the poesy Were mine, and I have them still. T have them still; and even now, W'Len my fancy has her way, She can make a king of such as thou, Or a god of common clay* “COl)SIN TOM’’ «*Marv. I am astonished!” O c^nr^e, the grave, elder sister was astonished, In truth and in fact, she lived in a chronic state of astonishment* for Mary Thorne was always doing something to astonish her friends and relatives* Miss Ruth could scarcely eredif fhe evidence *>f her own senses in the laxy glow of the August morning, * he* raiae on* *>f tl»e shadoww of the frOU th porch and discovered that IUOV ing object, half wsy up among branches of the huge old pear-tree, not a spray of loaves, n»»r a oiunter o sunebeeked years swinging in the b rmpyrean, but Miss Mary Tbme fortably p^rctied *i» the crtK’k of the old tree, H«:r curls all HwAod with the ai. JASPER GA. SATURDAY MAY 2, 18&\ ed ray of sunshine that came down through the shifting canopy of and a book in ln‘t* hand. “I don’t oare!” said the little damsel |. lllg | lin? g. iucy j efl!ince . «l t ' B ,l.e cest place in the world upheie. i feci just, like n bird, with the leaves ing against my face and the wind o *d ly, and 1 intend to stay here. Ifouid not yon like to come up here, Ruthy!” ‘It’seasiltdone Just put your foot that knot, and then— “Ma»y Thorne, are you crar.y* Coni* down this instant!” ‘Indeed 1 sliaVtl’ said naughty Mary tossirg the silky shower cf cuils from her f rehead, and glancing down with eyes that shone and sparkled i'ke two blue jewels. “But we are a/l going — “Yes, I unih rstand* you are all going in triumphal proo.ssn a te the dep..... »» adveeation to the great Pro fessor La Place, the wisest, sagest and grand* st of mankind, to vl cio ti e Thorne family have the unutterable hen or of being scoond-cousins, and to e.-* co^liiui spyund v to 9, r u.qi.th’g e M#ry. ‘1 wish I could run away some¬ where and hide. 1 hate this paragon of prim procession. Ixha’n’t marry Liu* if he asks me, and I mean to behave , o badly that he won’t dream of it. No I am not going with you 1 hate the close barouche and its too warm to ride on horseback. I shall stay at home in stead And Mary settled her self so snugly, with one tiny slippered foot swinging down and her pretty head close to a nest of blue speckled bird’s egg, that Ruth gave it up, wi/h a sigh of des¬ pair. “Well, then, have it your own way, you incorrigible romp. I wish you wete not too big to shut up in he dark ehset or have your cars well boxed.* 1 •It is a pity, is not itf said Msry de murcly. “Of course it Is .Vary!, If Cousin Tom Bradley comes this morning, he is sure to explain to him ' h -* we are abjeut— and bohavo like ayuuug lady, mind!’ 'All right!’ said Mary, danntlessly. ‘lulwats liked Torn. We used to hare greet romps together.* She sat there in the old pear tr e, pret/ier than any hamadryad than ever might have bunted the moxMy old an of ihe garden her obeeks touched withsunshiao tod c&.mine, heir dimpled lips apart, now reading a line or from the book in her lap, now up rapt in girlish reverie, into the ^ky, as it sparkled down through moving leaves, and now breaking in NO 13 a soft, /ittie warble o's^ag, to wbiiV th6 very robins thou.solves put their head* to one side to baton. The carriage had d» iven awsy /ong since. She had watered it beyond the of the winding road; the <i rk mantle of shadows v. ... slowly fof lowing the creeping sun glow across the velvet lawn below, and the eh ok in the old church sphe among' Otofitr off wo.wd had chimed but»*lcveu. And still ./Wary Thorne sat there in tbore lY r!:od fcr«i. J.. 3 of the ull pear tree* Suddenly there flrstcd up into her leafy Sanctuary a pun^put. aromatic, o dm*, which made her loan curiously fn* ward,shading bar eyes with one hand, the better to penal vu «» the green foliage be/ow. N"t .... the late .. monthly , not . the . r.»see, amrthvrft . . borders . uolmtrope, the ot n*»i ' spicy . geraniums—none . i t ,. tliese i, Mos soma distuiou ... , that peculiar Mne u ( !. •My patience!’ >a.d little .Mary: ‘it’. a cigar.' A cigar it was and the owner iher* A *.u *** a wU , I thmi, coat uud a tall head covered with black' curls—stood on the porch steps smoking and indulging in a lengthened view ot the garden slopes. •Thai la Tom Bradley!’ arid Mary hereeif -Now, if he thii.ka I am down out of lliia dci;ci..u«, place to ait up atrnight in the hot lie ia n.iataken! T< u.!’ ehe sail oar, in a silver nob *nt of imperative and then bur** into merry at the cvedcn l ainaxcm^nt which the stranger ga«od round trying to conjecture whence call had proceeded ‘You dear *»tu Hou-tn Tom!’ she ejiculateil* *l)e stare off toward the cabbage bed straight np hero Ymi may come if you please: there is plenty of room for bo/k. You are Cousin Tom not you 1 ’ she continued, as sudden crossed her mind. ‘Of course I am, and you are Mary, I Muppnsel* •Mary herself up with ]tou, Tom! Oatoii bald 9t this bra ich—Ae.-e? Now hands— Y..*i wny fellow ! I didn’t say you might kiss toe. •Well.* I couldn’t help it, besides aru’t we cottsins! said Mr. Torn, swing¬ ing Uhuseli comfortably int* » branch above Mary. •Why, Tom hoe you havu changed f jaeulated the young lady, fuelling back the curie with one head, that she might Utter view th« |»laf mate of her cbi/Jbood** days. Your heir ever curled so l eft **, a«d whet a nice /♦«« have get? I sk«mhi ha'-r k.»'wu yer, Tom*. ‘No?’ hh id T.)ui. •And von prcviv; tall! I u«. '*r , Tom you are Hi-’* r«< ed ! */omi/d rotur.* the ■•*u»«*iiiaeo > * if # d * rod Fn where « a*! e the rei4 of the family ! T!» • Irm j dolow is at empty a*a hanritc i I d'. •All y ;!,c to wot i; •: * * t' it horrid. poky oh! professor bn PI ’ • who }.»» graciously i; uieated lun ■ . »):gi.«ee to pass a few weeks will* : Tom / do . ,, n ' ,n "* K ’ r * ‘Hate him! "!»-.* ;\ ! * <Ion ’ t1 sure. I*** it a *^uff dr.cd o-ai t.tad old wretch-.Jimt " a £ m a ^ ov<M ***** ‘Nonsense, M try? " *»y, he is only tvenfy six.* ‘I do m.t care* T knew he is rl.eunmV* . spnat.iclfls fa*' , ail that to at*i. rfflars ' * And lom—now it vim wnl never, 9 new • »*r breathe a word of this—’ ‘‘ l,n, ‘ ,r! ’ ' M ^ ‘Well, then, papa Iiuh actually got tLa idea info lds dear old head tn*t / wou #• iuube a moo wife f.,r Om piura^ur, and* Mary turned away, with crimson in %nalion fleshing in tier olieekr ‘/t is too had **f you to laugh* Tout, / never, never will marry that man!* <l *«"<• '•»* J 1 »»• J»’ ««*** To,, ‘- W*it and Me tW 1,10 " l * ,, b(!f,,r( .T ,,u »• *»-•/ P n *‘ e 11 decent fellow’ ‘So, Vaid Mary, ahaking b*r trend and biting her cherry lij * fimly ltd befhrohund!’ AY hat a spiteful intle j*ae yon Ant vain her companion, laughing. ‘No, Tom, / am not.” and the h|i*o eyt s became misty. 4 / love papa nml Ruth dearly, and / love a)*ut*et ever/ body. / like ynn Tom: but / hate Professor La Plano. * And / want you to promise, Tom that you will he Biy frier•<! and not all <w hint N> tog- me ir.t» walks, or rides, «*r tefe-a fetes of aijr kind. Will yiml* Would he! K sire %' Mm precipitate himself miv A tie p#»r tree upon the steje below, with thme b lie eyes fixed on hie, he would have ileus any n»*tn of tools wooLf. 4 / promise,* he tiid, »i} they shr»k hands on it* What a c< ty ntae Air a uhst thugwrl cd old tree was And whe» they had failed ever every thing they eould think nf H the most natural thmp ia the world that Tom should recover the book wh*et had slipped down into the network of ttuy boagh#. sad read poetry to W feeflf ccusnu i* the <hep, mameel nve that