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In a recent article a prominent phy sician says. It is next to impossible for the physician to get his patients to •carry out any prescribed coarse of hygiene or diet to the smallest extent; he has bat one resort left, namely, the drug treatment.’ When medicines are used for chronic constipation, the most mild and gentle obtainable, such as Chamberlain's Stomach fc Liver Tablets, should be employed. Their use is not followed by constipation as they leave the bowels in a natural and healthy condition. Forsale by Jno. H. Blackbcrn. LEGEND OF THE OCKLAWAHA. Through the sunny land of Florida runs the Ocklawaha river. This name, which means “Crooked stream,” was given it by the Indians, because it winds and turns and curves like a gigantic serpent. A romantic aspect is given by tall, overshadowing trees hung thickly with gray southern moss. “Moss-veiled trees, like nuns enslirowded, All in gray in silence stand." Here and there are seen the palmettoes, growing down to the water’s edge, sometimes singly, sometimes in groups and sometimes in groves, to the exclusion of everything else! No river in Florida is more widely known than the Ocklawaha, and tourists throng the boats that wend their slow and winding way up this tortuous stream. Many “affairs de coeur” are said to have resulted from these trips, and certainly no surroundings could be found more suitable for the tiny god. Starting from Palatka, one has a voyage of 25 miles 011 the sunny St. John before the boat, making an abrupt turn, enters the Ocklawaha, a river which is narrower and more tortuous, along which the vegetation is thicker and more tropical, and the scenery much wilder. The sun, sinking low in the west, casts a glamor over the clear sparkling stream and the dense forests extending to the right and left, broken only here and there by the logging hut and camps of fishermen. When the sun has sunk to rest his glory is scarcely missed, for suddenly a great blaze of light throws all the surrounding country into bold relief. This comes from a huge fire of pine logs built in an iron receptacle an the top of the boat. This fire is kept burning all night, and, while it adds much to the beauty and wildness of the trip, also allows the pilot to guide his boat in safety through many rafts of logs that are moored to the banks. Negro boathands furnish music for the amusement of tourists. They gather on the bow of the boat, and suddenly the silence is broken by the melody of their deep, resonant voices singing darkey love songs. Every one rises early on the first morning out in order to miss none of the beautiful scenery, which constantly grows more wild and tropical. The river lies like a silver ribbon, and down in its depths may be seen number less fish swimming calmly about, but little disturbed by the passage of the steamer. As the sun rose higher and his rays became warm er the much-looked-for alligator might be seen stretched lazily on a favorite log or sunny bank, basking in the genial warmth. Many water fowls have built nests in the lillies and river hyasintlis that grow so thickly near the banks of the stream. These birds seemed quite fearless and sat quietly on their nests, undisturbed by our pass ing. All to soon, Silver Springs is reached. There rises the bub bling spring that feeds the Ocklawaha. The boat passes directly over it and many feet below r in the beautifully clear water may be seen the crevice in the rocks which have given rise to the legend that I write of. Near these celebrated springs lives an old negress, known to the entire surrounding community as “Aunt Sally” and whose claim to being one hundred and ten years old is borne out by her appear ance. Aunt Sally is wrinkled and decrepit, and the wool peeping from her bandannaed head is white as snow, while the blackness and weirdness of her face is intensified by a heavy crop of snow white beard. As long as the oldest in the surrounding vicinity can remember, Aunt Sally has looked just as she does now —identified always with Silver Springs, and hobbling about them from morning until night, and leaning upon her short, thick staff. That she was participant in a tragedy, is known to only a few of Ocala’s oldest citizens, and seldom referred to by any of them. In the near vicinity of Ocala, when first it was settled, stood a splendid old mansion, owned by Captain Harding Douglass, a South Carolinian of considerable wealth. Captain Douglass’ only child was a son, who, with his mother’s beauty of countenance, had in herited her tender, shrinking nature, and, like her, was a slave to the old man’s iron will. In the beautiful city of Ocala lived Bernice Mayo, whose blonde beauty won, at first sight, the heart of Claire Douglass. Although of Virginia ancestry, Bernice was a true child of the “Land of Flowers,” passionate, and impulsive. Her eyes were clear and blue as the waters of Lake Munroe, beside which she had spent her childhood in the fair little city of Sanford. Pier hair was as golden as Florida’s own sunshine. For six months Bernice ! Mayo and Claire Douglass were constant companions, and Silver Springs was their favorite resort. For half a day at a time they would drift about on the bosom of this splendid, placid curiosity of nature. Bernice never seemed to tire of gazing through the waters into the subterranean world revealed there. “If I were a mermaid, Claire,” she would say, “living in that crystal cavern, and some fair day I should wander forth among the palmettoes and mosses of the springs and while sitting on yonder ledge of rock, combing my golden hair with a shell, you should see i see me in the water beneath, would you love me well enough to plunge to the depths to woo me?” Then would Cleire stop her merry chatter with his kisses and pledge to her his eternal love, as they drifted over the transparent mirror of water, pausing now and then to study the rocks and shells, the mosses, the palmettoes and fish, which were as visible eighty feet beneath the surface of the water as were the trees and wood-land about them. There is nothing fairer than Ocala’s “Lovers’ Lane,” and yet no spot held for these young people the attractied of Silver Springs, their constant trysting spot. There came a fatal day, destined to separate them —a day when Claire Douglass declared to his father his love for beautiful, penniless Bernice Mayo and his determination to make her his wife. Strongly his father vowed this marriage should never be and secretly planned a separation. When Claire Douglass had been speedily dispatched abroad on important business for his father, then it was that Bernice learned the truth and her proud, delicate nature lay crushed and bleeding beneath the cruel blow of separation. Vainly she strove to rally, but all life seemed empty without Claire. A year dragged wearily by and the scenes frequented by merry Bernice Mayo knew her no more. Taler and thinner she daily grew. Fragile she was as the white blossoms that grew about her well-loved springs. The little charm of gold Claire had locked upon her arm would have slipped across the wasted, transparent hand but for the ribbon that held its links. One day the girl by dint of desparate energy crept to the station and boarded the train for Silver Springs. Aunt Sally was unprepared for the white, emaciated little creature that tottered into her cabin door and fell faintiug into her anus. Consciousness soon returned, but it was apparent even to the old black woman that the seal of death was upon the young face. “Aunt Sally,” gasped the girl, “I have come to you to die, and you must obey my last request; the grave divulges no secrets. Be fore the sun sets I shall Ire in heaven. The separation from the man I love has been my death—but in that death we shall be reunited. I have asked tied and he has heard me. But you, Aunt Sally—you must obey my request. You loved me—you will do as I ask you. Tonight, when the moon comes out, row my body to Boiling Spring, and bury me there. You know the spot Make no mistake. Do this and God shall attend to the rest.” “Good Gord A’mighty, chile, you think Aunt Sally am gvvine to tote dat body off in de lonesomely night?” asked the old woman, her very teeth chattering with the superstitious fear peculiar to her race. The girl realized the risk of her plans being thwarted, so raising herself to a sitting posture, she seized the old woman’s hands, and THE BARNEBVILLE NEWS-GAZETTE, THURSDAY, MAY 29, 1902. fixed her dying eyes full upon her face. \ “Aunt Sailv,” she gasped, “I am a dying woman —I am very near to God—l have talked with him and he has answered me. My will has been crushed iii life—l swear it shall not be in death. Tie fore twenty-four hours Claire Douglass shall join me in the crystal cavern of Silver Springs. If you do not grant my request every spirit of evil shall surround you. Palsied and blind you shall grow, and deaf—deaf to every sound but the ghosts of the dead, which shall pursue you day and night Do you swear to obey my dying request —or will you refuse me and reap the prophecy which shall rest upon vottt cowardly head for refusing to obey God’s will? The old woman was shaking like an aspen. Her eyes pro truded with fear, and great beads of perspiration rolled down her cheeks. The strength of the dying girl’s will had prevailed, and the old woman answered: “I promises, honey, I promises.’ It was a solemn and awful sight that night, witnessed alone by God and nature, that boat drifting down Silver Springs in the moon light, bearing the tw-o strange occupants, the one, weired and gro ! tesque; the other silent, so white, so pathetic in its dead loveliness. Not a leaf was stirring, not a sound heard, but the plash, plash :of the old woman’s oars, as her boat with its strange, beautiful bur den, drifted along the water —drifted until it reached Boiling Spring, then veered about and stood still. Gently and easily, as if it had been a baby, the old woman lifted the little body. Something of her fear had departed before the placid smile of the sweet, dead face. Tears rolled down her dusky cheeks, as she bent forward to carry out the girl’s curious request. For a moment the body rocked to and fro on the water on which its happiest mo ments had been spent. The dead face still smiled, and the wealth of hair gleamed in the moonlight. Every pebble was visible in the depth below. Suddenly the body began sinking. The boiling of the spring had ceased, showing the peculiar little fissure in the rock whence all the strange body of water comes. The fissure slowly divided, received the dead body and closed again, shutting every vestige of it from view. “Gord a’xnighty! Dat chile’s a angel sho nuflf! She urns’ done talked to de Lawd sho, to know how all dat gwine to be,” muttered the old woman as she rowed back to her cabin in the moonlight. The day following the death of Bernice Mayo was one never to be forgotten by the citizens of Ocala. Claire Douglass had just returned after a year’s absence. He found his beautiful cousin (whom his father desired to become his wife) a guest at the home of his parents. “Claire,” said the father, as they lingered over the breakfast ta ble, “I have anew launch at Silver Springs, and I wish you to take your cousin for a sail this morning. And, by the permission of you young people, I shall make one of the party.” “Delightful, uncle!” cried the girl. Claire, while turning a trifle pale at the thought of returning to the spot where all that had given color to his life had transpired, could only acquiesce. Claire Douglass looked unusually handsome as the party drifted down Silver Springs in the April sunshine, but there was a curious palor upon his face, and the uncle and niece were left to carry on the conversation. What a contrast the blooming girl in the April sunshine bore to the one in the solemn moonlight who had drifted over the same water the evening before. As the launch neared Boiling Spring, the party noted a little boat hovering over it. The boat was rowed by Aunt Sally and its other occupant was an old woman whose eyes were swollen with weeping. The launch paused beside the little row boat, and the occupants of each gazed into the curious, transparent depths below. Suddenly Claire’s cousin cried out: “Oh, see! That looks like a hand, a little human hand.” Plainer and more visible it grew, the little white hand with its gold chain locked about the slender wrist. Claire Douglass would ; have known that hand among ten thousand. His face was white ;as death and he gasped as though choking. All were intent upon : the scene below. Suddenly the boiling of the water ceased, and out upon the rock in the transparent depths, like a broken, beautiful lily, lay Bernice Mayo, her golden hair floating on the sand, her dead face smiling placidly as if at last a halo of peace had descended upon the tired spirit, and the broken heart had found rest. With a wild cry that pierced even the heart of the mother, who for the last time in life gazed on the dead face of her child, Claire Douglass dashed overboard, diving deeper—ever deeper—until he caught in his arms the figure of his dead love. Then once more the rock divided and closed, shutting from view forever the lovers who lay locked in each other’s embrace. And again the water whirled in its mad fury as if to defy the puny will of him who would have separated what God had joined together. As the secret bridal chamber of Silver Springs has been made known to the world, it will be interesting to its visitors as they ap proach that part of it known as “Boiling Spring,” to note the constant shower of tiny heart-like sheets poured forth form the fissure in the rock. Aunt Sally says they are the jewels the angels gave Bernice Mayo upon her wedding morning when her lover joined her in their fairy palace in Silver Springs. There is, too, a curious flower growing in the spring with a leaf like a lily and the blossom shaped like an orange blossom, Its pe culiar, waxy whiteness and yellow petals like Bernice Mayo’s face and hair, Aunt Sally says, and she calls them “Bernice’s bridal wreath.” There is a legend among the young people of Ocala that a woman presented with one of these blossoms will be a bride ere the close of the year.—Virgin Phillips, in Atlanta Journal. Kodol Dyspepsia Cure Digests what you eat* Thi9 preparation contains all of th*. digestants and digests all kinds of food. It gives instant relief and never fails to cure. It allows you to eat all the fooc' you want. The most sensitive stomacl 3 can take It. By its use many thousands of dyspeptics have been cured after everything else failed. It prevents formation of gas on the stom ach, relieving all distress after eating. Dietingunnecessary. Pleasant to take. It can’t help but do you good Prepared only by E. O. Pk Witt 4 00.. Ohioan The It. buttle contains 2* timestbe 50c. size. Up-to-date Job Work neatly executed at this office. No ante-bellum styles. BS in link 7 Sold by druggtMn H JUNE SHERIFF SALES Will be sold before the court house door in the town of Zebulon, Pike coun ty, Ga., on the first Tuesday in June 1902, between the hours of 10 o’clock a. m. and 4 o’clock p. m., to the highest bidder for cash the following described property to-wit: — All that tract of land being parts of lot num ber ninety and so much of lot number one hundred and three (103 1 as lies east of Elkin's Creek and the line through <aid lot dividing the same lietween John VT. and James Flemister ami also ranch of lots nnmber ono hundred and three (103) one hundred and twenty-one (121), one hundred and twenty three (128), as lies between said dividing line and Elkin's Creek, containing one hundred and eighty (180) acres more or less, the same being the lands whereon J. M. Philips resides, here tofore held by said Philips under a bond for titles front John W. Flemister and said land being described in his said bond as follows; Parts of lots numbers one hundred and three (103> one hundred and twenty one [l2l], one hundred and twenty two [l22] and one hundred twenty three [lit]. The same is levied on as the property of J. M. Phillips to satisfy a fi. fa. in favor E. J. Flemister, Administrator of J. W. Flemister, dis eased, against said J. M Philips, now proceeding in name of R. H. Drake. Administrator of John W. Flemister, he having succeded E. J. Flemister as such administrator. Tenants in possesion notified in writing of this levy as required by law. Levied to collect balance of purchase money conveying this land to J. M. Philips. Deed has been filed and recorded In the Clerk's office as required by law. This the first day of May 1902. J. H. Miurns Sheriff OABTOniA. 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