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NEWNAN, FRIDAY, MAH.
ROSA ROBAE.
] knew two roeen; reel and wliit«* were they,
And both were born bunide the imperial «oa.
One bowod i>cnenth t he kiftn<»H of the fipray,
The other bloomed in fair virginity
A flower and a woman.
And one day
The woman plucked the flower, and thoughtfully
I*reafled it within her boHom. where it lay.
A warm blunh on a cold divinity.
And ntill my placid Kobo Ih Htnndlnir there
A I*orl at the gnto of Parndinc*
Faint tropic odorH in her handed hair
And ever a ftilcnt glory in her eye«;
And I, who love my roHCH, in dnHpair
Sc»e how one dreams* the while the other dies*.
Yet couId I welcome death to find it where
My rod rose in that fragrant chalice lies.
[Francift Howard Williams.
the Continental army. This splendid
estate fell to the lot of Col. Richard
Slaughter, of South Carolina, who had
6- j served throughout the war as a colonel
— 1 of artillery under the eye of Washing
ton himself. He was with the allied
forces at Yorktown, the surrender of
which stronghold proved the death
blow to English authority in America.
Our Carrollton Correspondent
Apparitionsof the Red Mansion,
‘'hike an old tale still, which will
have Mime matter of rehearsal, though
credit he asleep and no ear open.”—
Shakespeare.
Without making an effort to estab
lish the supernatural status of what j tn08 t housewives who have
j "The Slaughter estate, grand as in
J its original proportions, has temained
I in the possession of my grandfather’s
j heirs for upwards of a century. The
owner of the plantation, whom I visit
ed in 18—, was Capt. James Duval, co
inheritor with his wife, Clara Duval,
(nee Slaughter.) On my arrival I was
warmly greeted by both Capt. Duval
j (a Civil War veteran, who had lost an
! arm leading his men against Round
i Top at Gettysburg,) and his excellent
j wife—my cousin, Clara. In the fore-
i noon I was driven over the plantation
| by Capt. Duval, and shown the many
improved methods he had introduced in
j farming and the fine results attained
] thereby. Returing to the mansion, I
related to Clara some of the many won
derful stories my mother had told me
j of the old homestead, and requested
f that she show me its points of interest.
the. world is pleased to call ghosts, |
and well-furnished establishments, she
spirits and like names, i shall proceed j conducted me through the house, from
directly to the pith of a story that I cellar to Karru *> with an enthusiasm that
was (old me by an old friend. „ n ,i was fully justified by the many wonders
leave those, who dare, to refute bibli-1 our explorations disclosed. I observed.
as we took a superficial inventory, that
each of the rooms was elegantly fur
nished with antique suites. The heavy
mahogony pieces were types of the
last century (then the XVIII th,)
and had been purchased (so she in
formed me) in Augusta from French
refugees who had (led from the massa
cre of Santa Doiningo in the latter
The
cal authority for raising the spirits of
the dead. Permit me, ye omniverous
readers of the ominous and marvelous, |
to interpose a question and make a re
mark anent "raising a spirit from the
dead." Granted? Yes? Then I pro-
What do we understand by raising a
spirit from the dead? As we are given ipart of the eighteenth century
to understand by the best authoriti
on demonology, a spirit is an impalpa
ble something, without body or form,
which, on propitious occasions, may
manifest itself as an indefinable pres
ence an ethcrial, shadowy form, from
whence sounds may emanate, not un
like the human voice in discourse.
Then, since authority teaches the im
palpability of that which dominates the
spirit world, we cannot conceive of a
spirit rising from the dead, but would
rather suppose them, like air, to per
vade space. Having been pardoned for
this digression, we shall now give the
story.
“'My mother had been dead for some
years,” said my friend, "and I had de
termined to make a pilrgimage to her
birthplace in Columbia county, which
borders the placid waters of the Sa
vannah river. I found on reaching the
old homestead that it was a hexastyle
furnishings about the mansion were el
egant beyond comparison with anything
1 had seen outside of New Orleans. To
me these things were all new, though
not unexpected. With a touch of pride
(pardonable under the circumstances,
to be sure,) Clara conducted me to the
'Tarlton room, ’ one whose fame had pre
ceded tny visit, and which took its name
from the dashing English cavalryman
whose official headquarters it had for
merly been. Remarkable as it may ap
pear, the room was just as it had been
left a century before by its warrior oc
cupant-camp stools, iron bedsteads,
and all that goes to make the quarters
of a soldier. I was next shown my
mother’s room —the one in which she
had passed her youth and young wo
manhood. Aside from some richly
carved window casings, the room was
the counterpart of the others. At a
casual glance I observed the dim out
lines of a panel in the wall, which
colonial structure, that had witnessed aroused my curiosity, though I did not
t.hi' forays of Col. Tarlton and his bins- j betray it by asking questions. After
ti ring British dragoons in the
tioimry period. Though
Revolu- i witnessing the grandeur of the man-
climatic j sion I expressed myself as being de-
changes of a century and a quarter had , lighted with its ornate appointments,
loft their marks on the old red brick
structure, it was still in a fair statu of
preservation. Large, umbrageous oaks
and other forest growth covered the
lawn about it. On either side of the
spacious driveway were a couple of
hundred bales of newly-ginned cotton,
placed on end. Outbuildings and negro
houses, wearing neat coats of new
white paint, betokened the prosperous
condition of its owner. The mansion,
unusually large for a country home,
was erected in 1752 by Sir Henry Du
rand, a wealthy Englishman, whose
vast landed estates lay for miles along
the fertile banks of tin- Savannah riv
er. Like most of his class, he sided
with the mother country against the
colonists when the War of Independence
ensued, llis home was frequently made
headquarters by Col. Tarlton, who
commanded a regiment of British dra
goons, which operated on Doth sides of
the river during that war. Since the
days of Tarlton’s occupancy local gos
sip hath it that vast sums of gold and
chests of silver plate were concealed
about tlie place by the doughty English
I which compliment had a pleasing ef-
i feet on both Clara and her husband,
j Partaking a sumptuous supper, and dis-
, cussing family affairs until a late hour,
I was shown to my room, the one my
mother had formerly occupied. Hang
ing about the walls were a number of
portraits—one of my mother, others of
her father and mother, a sister and
three brothers, all of whom had been
dead for many years. I examined the
pictures critically, each of which dis
closed a remarkable family resem
blance. The unmistakable likeness
that each bore the other emphasized a
conclusion which 1 had for many years
entertained—i. e., that nature repro
duces herself in no uncertain manner.
On a mahogony center table was a
massive bronze crescent-shaped cande
labrum, having bowls for a dozen can
dles, though but one was burning.
Around the light was arrayed artistic
columns of books and articles of virtu.
The spacious dimensions of the apart
ment caused the feeble rays of the can
dle to cast a dim. flickering, crepuscu
lar light, and the shadows falling on
colonel, who had his military chest and i the walls made grotesque and spectral
regimental silver plate with him at the
‘manor house’ of Sir Henry Durand. It
is also a matter of local tradition that
Col. Tarlton fled from the Durand
home rather precipitately to escape
capture by a squad of Gen. Francis
Marion’s men. As is known to stu
dents of history, all property belong
ing to the loyal adherents of England
(known to the colonists as Tories,) was
confiscated by the new republic, and
figures. The soughing night wind blew
drearily through the window lattice,
which, to my practiced ear, was the
precursor of an approaching storm.
Among the distant hills the ominous
mutterings of the tempest were already
audible, and ever and anon the deep
bellowings of the reverberant thunder,
accompanied by vivid flashes of light
ning. were monitors of its rapidly near
ing approach. The wind, at hurricane
was awarded to the officers and men of speed, now howled fiercely and dis
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ly among the giant oaks, and torrents
of rain poured from inky clouds that
swirled athwart the bosom of night.
The elemental war without was in con
sonance with my environments within.
J I retired, thinking the storm would lull
me to sleep. Despite the demands
j made by a weary body on my wakeful
brain, the somnolent genius of sleep
fled my couch. My mind had become a
! kind of shuttlecock and battledore for
all manner of imaginings and specula
tions. The thought obtruded itself that
I was among the spirits of my ances
tors—a thing not at all unlikely, since
they had, most of them, live and died
here. The portraits on the wall re
called to my mind the fact that these
forbears had gone to the ‘echoless
shore.’ My dizzy brain resented the
I suggestion of such a place as an ‘echo
less shore.’ I asked myself again and
again : ‘Where can such a realm be lo
cated?’ This thought then forced it
self upon my mind : The spirits of our
dead hover about us in our waking and
in our dreaming hours.
"By this time it became apparent to
me that the necrological souvenirs of
my ancestors depending from the walls
were growing into semi-radiant forms
-life-size and active—and were being
wafted towards me by some unseen
power. The self-evolved radiance em
anating from these uncanny forms fill
ed the room with a pale blue light, (I
had blown the candle light out on retir
ing,) which was just strong enough to
make each individual specter plainly
distinguishable. My mother was waft
ed near me, her face wearing a serc-
phic smile. At this juncture my facul
ties became obtunded to a degree
heretofore unattained ; but the benig
nant aspect of my mother produced a
reassuring effect upon me. I calmly
waited to see what these disturbed
spirits would have of me. I had not
long to wait. My mother’s shadowy
hand, with index finger extended, point
ed to the secret panel in the wall,
which I had observed in the afternoon.
She glided to the panel without appar
ent elfort at locomotion and beckoned
me to follow. Without the least hesi
tation or trepidation I obeyed. As she
put forth her hand the panel slid noise
lessly back, leaving an aperture in the
wall large enough for one to walk
through by slightly stooping. She
passed through the opening; I fol
lowed. By this time my movements
were attended by little or no exertion.
I seemed to be borne upon the ether by
mental volition alone. The other spec
ters followed entrain. We entered a
kind of narrow, arched brick passage
way, and proceeding along this for
some distance she came to a door which
seemed to open automatically. De
scending a short flight of stairs, which
led to the door of a spacious brick
vault, and approaching the door of the
vault, (a heavy oaken affair, iron-bat
tened, and studded with large headed
nails,) she paused in front of it, doing
some incantations, whereupon the mas
sive door swung gratingly back on its
rusty hinges. She entered the vault
and I followed. The self-luminous
glow emitted by these shades gave suf
ficient light to disclose a dozen medi
um-size oaken chests, heavily bound
with iron bands. Each chest bore the
royal arms of England, beneath which
were these initials and Roman numer
als, ‘G. R. 111.’ The boxes were fas
tened, each with a heavy spring lock.
Hanging on the walls of the vault I ob
served threescore or more cavalry sad
dles and sabers. In each corner of the
room were stacks of flint-lock carbines,
fifty or more. In the center of the
room, the floor of which was laid with
flagstones of immense thickness, was
a circular stone, the surface of which
was slightly lower than its fellows.
Approaching the stone and gazing fix
edly upon it, our conductor bent slowly
over it, at the same time passing her
hands above it as do hypnotisits when
seeking to effect a spell upon a subject.
The stone rolled slowly to one side
of its former resting-place. In the
cavity beneath where it had lain was a
massive bunch of keys, more or less
rust-eaten. The flat bow ot each key
bore the same initials as those upon the
boxes, to-wit; ‘G. R. III.’ stamped
into their surface. The guide signaled
me to take the keys and unlock the
boxes. I tried the keys, one after an
other. until I found one that would en
ter the nearest chest, but the accumu
lated rust of a century bound the bolt
so tightly it could not be moved. One
after another, I tried them ail, save
I one. with the same result. This one
had a brass lock, and yielded readily
to the key. In this box was the roster
of Col. Tarlton’s regiment, the officers’
commissions, and a history of the cam
paigns and raids made by this commis
sioned brigand. In.a small portfolio,
clasped with a golden lock, was a
schedule containing the contents of the
boxes. Ten of the boxes bore on their
lids the Arabic numerals, from 1 to 10,
giving them designation by number.
The other chest had no distinguishing
mark save this legend; ‘Military
Chest.’ The schedule recited that the
boxes bearing the Arabic numerals con
tained the regimental silverware and
other valuables belonging to the offi
cers. These chests were valued at
£12,000 each, and the treasure chest
(for such it was) contained £50,000 in
British sovereigns, which had belong
ed to Tarlton’s men.
‘‘Finding this treasure bewildered
me more than did consorting with my
spectral guests. In gold, plate and
other valuables contained in those
chests, was the princely sum of up
wards of $750,000. This treasure, I
conjectured, would make my relatives
and self wealthy beyond the wildest
dreams of avarice. This thought had
scarcely found lodgment in my mind
when, from apposite sides of the vault,
a couple ot massive doors, heretofore
unobserved, flew suddenly and violent
ly open, followed by the inrush of a
couple of hostile troops of soldiers—the
one wearing the scarlet uniform of the
British army, and the other clad in the
blue habiliments of a Continental sol
dier. The clash was terrific. The flash
ing saber strokes fell thick and fast
upon the contending heads of the com
batants. Many a home thrust left its
victim lying upon the floor, until more
than half of the spectral combatants
were left hors du combat. The British
fought with their wonted tenacity,
but, being too hotly pressed by the
Americans, fled incontinently. The
Americans pursued and took with them
the treasure."
The House of Mystery.
The mystery began with the husband
coming home half an hour later than
usual, so as to have the cover of dark
ness, and leaving a package behind the
vestibule doors while he entered the
house with a very innocent look on his
face and told of his street car being
blocked.
At midnight of that night, while his
innocent-hearted wife was sleeping by
his side, he sneaked out of bed and
down stairs and secured the package
and hid it in a closet.
The next step was taken by the wife.
She took down from the pantry a pitch
er in which she had been storing up
dimes, nickels and pennies for months
and months, and, after cuunting them
over, she sneaked down town in the
forenoon and bought and lugged a par
cel home and hid it away on the top
shelf of a clothes-press.
Then one of the children came in one
day and looked and acted very myste
riously and shortly afterwards might
have been found hiding something
among the rafters of the garret.
Then as the mother suddenly and un
expectedly entered the parlor one after
noon she almost stumbled over a daugh
ter who was down on her knees and
reaching under the sofa. The mother
cried out in her surprise, but asked for
no explanations.
Then desk and bureau drawers that
had not been locked for a year were
found closed tighter than a drum. Clos
et doors that had stood wide open were
made fast. There was lingering be
hind when others went to bed. There
was getting up before the others in the
morning. Each member of the family
went around trying to look innocent as
a lamb, but at the time bearing a load
of guilt on his conscience.
The strain was intense. The mystery
could not last. The day came when the
murder was solved. It was the day be
fore Christmas. That family had sim
ply been preparing to Santa Claus each
other. It always acts that way, and it
always turns out happily.
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