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THE INDEPENDENT.
SATURDAY, JULY A, IM7B.
POETRY.
THE PUZZLED DUTCHMAN.
I'm a prokun hearted Boutbitbor,
Vot’a villed mit grief and nhtnie;
1 della you vot dvr dronble Üb—
/ di'ty/fi 7 kwtt my name.
Yon dink* din very funny, oh ?
Ten you dor story hear.
You vill not vundordoti no much,
It o to thtrange and queer.
Mein inoder bad two little twin*,
Dey tm rau and mein brodor;
Ve I<okt vry much alike,
No you knew Yicb vrom toder.
Von ov dor m va* “Yawcup,”
Uud “Hana’ 1 dcr odor** name,
Hut den It make no tifferent,
Vt both got called dor *ame.
Veil, von of Ufl got lead—
Yaw, Mynheer, dat ish o!
Bat Ytoddctr Hah* or Yawcup,
Mein tuoder aba tou’t know.
Und no I ora in dronble*,
1 Kan’t git droo mein hood,
Voider f am Mane r-af* Iffltiy,
Or Yawoup vat ish tma!
PAULINE’S PRIDE;
OK,
ARRAYED AGAINST HERSELF.
BY WALTER iIAUIiINEH, *Bq.
She wan n grandly beautiful woman -
one to umpire admiration at the ftrat
glance. Standing by the bureau in bur
elegant boudoir, her proud bead thrown
lawk, and one band partially upruiaed, alio
presented a picture to charm on artist's
aoul. Her full, yet symmetrical figure,
the unconscious grime of her attitude, the
delicacy of her complexion, the composure
of her regally lovely faro all combined to
thrill a beholder with uwe. And to won
der again at the laviahmuM of nature, one
had but to glance at her luxuriant huir of
raven hlackueas, her deep, liquid eyes, her
ntbewicnt lips, and pearly tooth.
Heaven had indeed showered its choicest
blessings upon Pauline Seuton.
A faint knock now sounded upon the
door. The beauty turned, commanded
the applicant to enter, and then glanced
once into the mirror, A servant appeared
to aity that Mr. Aldrich was below. Pau
line nodded, and dismissed the attendant
with wave of her hand A moment later
she started for the drawing-room. As she
glided in with queenly grace, a gentleman
came forward from a reunite corner of the
nsitu, clasped both her hands very ten
derly, and said in a deep, fervent voice:
“Paulino! My love! My peerless one!”
“Yon have returned, Herman! I did
not expect you so soon,” she answered in
sweet but measured tones.
There was beauty, pride, fascination in
her manner, hut Herman Aldrich, yearned
for devotion a warm out-springing of af
fection. Htill he knew bettor than to ex
pect this from her. It wus, forsooth, in
consistent, with hor dignity. Loading her
to a sofa, ho seated himself by her side,
still holding her left hand in his.
“You don't say if you are glad to see
me, Paulino?"
lie must sav that at all events, his heart
craved tenderness. She turned her mag
nificent eyes upon him with something
like udmirutiuu, and u slight smile ported
her lips.
“Would it increase my gratification or
your*. Herman?”
“Mine, yes! Oh, Pauline, I must see,
hear, and feel love to make me happy.
Your pride is grand. I cannot but admire
it, ana yet l would give all I possess to
hour your voice in endearment.”
She laughed musically. “The fact is,
Herman, you want to lie babied. You
should have chosen a rural maid. My ac
complishments are not of that order."
A frown clouded his brow, and he pulled
nervously at the ends of his loug golden
mustache. At length ho replied:
“That is unkind, Pauline. The less of
auch words between us the better for our
peaoe ”
“I have anew waits,” she said, arising
with a charming unconcern. “It is splen
did. Will you turn the music?"
“With pleasure,” he answered, repress
ing the feelings of pain and annoyance
that struggled for utterance.
She played the piece half through and
said pleasantly:
“Is my lover angrv?"
A bright light shot into his eyes, he
yearned to press her to Jus breast but ho
dare: not.
“No. my darling, no."
“I'm thankful for that. Still," and she
struck oue or two minor notes, and looked
coquettiahly over her shoulder, "I’d rather
ace you angry than hear you lecture.
Your homilies are awful stupid, Herman,"
His faoe flushed und he dropped his
eyes. He could not imagiue why it pleased
her to torment him. Surely it was not a
bright omen for the future. He was about
to speak, but she began playing vigorously,
watching her fingers as they new over the
keys, but taking no notioe of him. Ho
bore it all in silence, and praised her per
formance when at last it was concluded.
After a brief conversation heurose to go.
Her indifference had chilled him through
snd through, and he wished to lie alone to
have time for reflection, safe from the fan
dilution of her beauty.
“I want you to go to the opera with mo
to-morrow night, Pauline,” he aaid, as he j
drew near the door.
“Thanks, but I'm engaged," with that
cold composure of here.
“Engaged!” be exclaimed, his eyes di
lating. “I do not understand this. Who j
forestalls me in vour society ?”
“I promised Mr. Neville that I would
go with him, und 1 intend to keep my 1
word,” she responded, with n calm do- i
fiance.
Aldrich bit his bps to restrain his in
dignation, for a moment he was silent,
then taking her hands again he gazed up
on hor tenderly, and said:
“Pauline, my Jove, you must hear mi-.
I as your accepted sutior have rights
which your womanhood should compel yon
to respect. Don't let your pride govern j
your reason, dearest, nut for once open
voqr heart to my words. To begin with.
Neville's character is none of the bent; his
money is bis only passport into society, i
But more thau this you are mine, honor
hath bound us. the law that shall mako us
one, cannot give new love or now trust.
As you are mino in heart, I must ask you
to tell Mr. Neville the reaeon you cannot
go with him, it will he but a just ac
knowledgment of my elianis. ”
He gazed upon her anxiously to note
the effect of his words.
Her lip eiuied slightly, her dark eyos
flashed, as she rejoined:
“I will be no mans slave, Herman .Aid
rich. ”
His face paled, his fingers curled to
ward the palms of his hands. In a husky
voice he queried:
“Then you refuse?”
“Yes,” firmly.
The man drew a long, weary sigh. His
soul seemed sinking, lie felt the terrible
result of her obstinacy, it blackened the
future, it imbitiered the present. But he
would make one more appeal to her better
feelings.
“Pauline, think what we are to each
other; remember we have but oue life.
Love is our anchor here in this world of
trials. I beseech you to retract your
words! Uv our hope, of heaven I beg you
to consider vour noble nature, anil put
aside this willfulness. One word of yours
either makes or mars,our common destiny.
Dearest, best beloved, hear me, think well
before you speak."
His earnestness touched her, but she
felt that ho was ottering an ultimatum,
and her pride rebelled.”
“I have but to repeat my answer, Her
man,” she replied with a deprecating wave
of her hand.
“My God! Then yon love me not, yon
never loved me.”
“Did I ever say I did?”
He reeled and caught at the door-post
for support. Then turning his wild eyeH
toward her, he answered in a hollow voice:
“No, no; so far you speak the truth;
you nevor did. Hut oh, that you could
deceive me so; that you could promise your
hand when no love for me dwelt in your
heart. Was it for this I hoped and prayed?
A mockery, u hollow home, a form without
soul? O trod, forgive her!”
Hhe trembled as this low wail broke
piteously from his lips, her face grew white,
but she would notHllow her natural feel
ings sway. Hhe spoke, however.
“I pre/erreil you Herman, to all others.”
That cut him-jjt seemed a sneer at his
love, at all Joye.r He regained control of
himself, Jfls features took on a look of
scorn, und the words burst from his
lips;
“Pauline! You have made mo yourslave,
you have cajoled me into the belief that
you love me, and now yon defy me, now
you tacitly acknowledge without shame
that our union was to be one of form —a
meaningless ceremony. 'Tis over 'tis the
last! You are free. I have no claim upon
yon; no hope in regard to you
nothing hut present sorrow. If in
the future you find one to love, marry him;
make him liappy. I cannot take an empty
heart. God bless you.”
He sprang forward, pressed one kiss up
on her brow, und fled from the house.
Hhe lnsird the door close, then her senses
became confused; the walls seemed closing
in upon her, and she sunk insensible upon
the carpet. Five minutes later, her father
found her there, tier heuil resting upon
one arm, her face a deathly white. Lift
ing hor in his arms, he bore her to a sofa,
and was about to ring for assistance, when
she opened her eyes.
“.Stop! I am well now,” she said impul
sively.
“But my dear child ”
“Enough. I will prove my words.”
And seating herself at the piano, she
dashed ofl'a brilliant ujr; and then pausing,
looked up into his face with an animated
ainilu.
“You're a strange girl, Pauline. But
tell me the cause of your fainting; there
must have been u cause,” scurchingly.
“1 ate too much dinner, 1 think,” she
answered, quietly.
Disarmed of his suspicions, if any he
had, ho gave tlie subject no further consid
eration. The following evening, Pauline
accompanied George Neville to tho opera.
Every eye was bent upon hor with won
der and admiration, her escort felt a
glow of pride as he thought of the absent
Aldrich.
The next morning at breakfast, her fath
er glanced at her several times in a regret
ful, half reproving way, und Pauline, be
coming annoyed, at length demanded an
explanation.
“I have good reasons to be both sad
and vexed,” he said, gravely. “You woro
at the opera last night with Neville."
“And what of that pray?"
“Nothing of course, decidedly nothing,
you wilful girl. Only —mark I say only-
Mr. Neville had laid u wager previously
that you would go with him, and he boast
ed of it lost night ot the Manhattan club.
“Dared he?” she cried, her bosom heav
ing with indignation.
“Oh, yes, he dared, und was knocked
down for his pains."
“By whom?”
“Herman Aldrich,” answered tho father
watching bin daughter's features narrowly.
But they revealed nothing. Her self-con
trol wan simply wonderful.
Presently Mr. Seaton left the house and
started for his office. He renched Wall
street at oa. m. Prom that hour until
four he was in u state of tenable excite
ment. There was a panic in stocks, gold
was rising—the market was feverish —the'
financial world was shaken to its very foun
dation. Fortunes were engulfed in ;in in
stant. Men wort h millions in the morning
were beggars at night. Mr. Seaton rushed
into his office to consult a moment with
his partner. Dropping into u chair, he
requested him to ascertain tile amount
of stock in a certain company, which
they had on hand. Richard Harden has
tily referred to his books, aud then his
spare, sdlow face soemod to grow whiter
and thinner; his jam tremblodin his lin
gers, he eonld not speak.
“Well, well, out with it, forGod’ssake!”
exclaimed Mr. Seaton in a tremulous, hol
low voice.
“Wo are ruined—utterly ruined!”
groaned Harden, dropping his head upon
the desk.
Henry Seat on sprang to his feet and ran
from tlie building, his face blackened, his
eyes gleaming vvidly. But no one noticed
him. Too many men acted like maniacs
that dreadful day to have a fresh case oc
casion any alarm.
“O my child! My Pauline! Lost —all
lost! O Heaven, can it be true?"
He staggured against a building and
gazed fiercely around. There was a fash
lonublo liquor saloon at his left His
strength was nearly gone--ho must have
stimulant.. Entering the gilded hall, he
called for brandy. It was Drought to him
aud ho drained the glass at u draught
“Again! Another! it gives me life. ’’
Tho waiter placed a bottle upon the table
and the bankrupt tilled Ids glass to the
rim, aud tossed it oil' with a savage delight
Ho was growing beside himself, and as he
went out, the waiter mattered,
“He’s used up by the ‘corner’ to-day.”
Three-quarters of an hour later, Henry
Seaton stood in his chamber at home. Its
elegance seemed to mock him with weired
voices, for he knew his house must be giv
en up. Aud i'uuliuc, so tenderly reared!
how could she bear poverty? The poor
man shrieked aloud, and tore his hair and
beat his brow. Then his eye fell upon a
silvered revolver lying upon the tabic.
He took it up and examined it, strange,
wild thoughts torturiug his brain. Anon
low, hollow mutterings left his lips, his
body trembled, his inflamed imagination,
i aided by tho stimulant he had drank,
pictured fiends about to attack him. lake
lightning his arm went up—the barrel
pressed his ear, he pulled the trigger- and
the next instant he lav ou his back dead,
| his brains scatter’d about him. Only one
|of he many victims of Black Friday.
The explosion was heard by Pauline,
who was going to her boudoir at tho time.
For a moment she stood motionless, con
trolled by a nameless terror. Then she rang
the hall bell violently, and tottered rather
than walked t owards her futher’s room. The
door was looked. She tried to push it
j open, and then fainted from the horror
i that was foreshadowed on her soul.
Presently the servants came rushing tip
stairs. The maiden was carried to her
j room, und thru Mr Seaton's door was
Irnrst open. With cries of fear and dismay
the attendants la-held the lifeless body of
their master. And while they gazed upon
it, a heart-rending shriek broke upon their
oars, und Pauline, nearly frantic with an
guish, darted by them and threw herself
upon her father’s body. Wildly she called
upon him to live for hor sake, and pressed
warm kisses upon his face, while the ser
vants wept and wrung their hands. But
at last Bhe realized that he was dead; and
then a despair terrible to behold settled
upon her face, and existence, for the time,
became a rankling curse.
•*• * , *
“You don't remember a thing about it,
deary, and I'm sore I don’t want to talk
about it, for it whs an awful day, and that's
no name for it. Your face was whiter than
it is now, though you're far from being
over it vet; and I thought you’d die in
spite of all wo could do. Bless me, how
thankful I am that we can’t live these
things but once.”
Aud good Mrs. Hartley paused to wipe
her spectacles, and to clear her eyes from
the tears that would come whenever she
looked nt the pale, thin girl before her,
und thought what hail brought her into
this plain country home.
“Do tell mo, auntie. I can bear it, I
know I can," murmured the maiden, rais
ing hor dark, dreamy eyes to her compan
ion’s faoe, and gently taking one of her
hands.
“Yon’re a blessed child, that yon ore,
Polly. I’d refuse you nothing I could beg
or borrow; but it docs seem too bail to go
over this dreadful affair again. You are
strong? You may think so, but I know
hotter Well, well, if you’ll never speak
about it ugnin, I’ll try to get through with
it somohow. Dear me! Well, your uncle
happened down to York ou that day, yon
know whut day I mean—-and hearing what
hod happened, ho sent for me; and I went
and bronght you here. You worn out of
your head then, poor dear, and so you
didn't suffer so much, I hope. There,
tint's all; and I do hope I shall never have
to speak on’t aguin.”
“And there was nothing of pajia’s for
tune left, nothing?” said the girl, in a low,
sad voice.
“No, deary; Vint I wouldn’t think about
it, because I wunt you to get well as soon
os you cun,” answered Aunt Hester, pat
ting the shapely head with great deal of
affection. “You’ll enjoy yourself here,
when the weather gets warm, and you’ll
see much that’s now to you. It’ll be much
better than being a governess in the city,
among them that you used to lie on a level
with. T said at first I’d have none of
that, and I’ll keep my word. My birdie
shan’t be plagued by anybody.”
And ofl’ come the glasses ugain, to be
wiped, and the earnest old eyes to lie
cleared of tears. This rude, but natural
love sank deep into Pauline’s heart, und
leaning her head upon tho old lady's knees,
sho wept softly.
“Let the poor thing cry—it’ll do her
good; it’s much better than to see her so
pale and still, und looking for all the world
ua if she was going to die every minute,”
mused Aunt Hester, gazing down upon her
sympathetically.
Time weuton; the inlluence of Pauline’s
illness had passed, und every event eume
buck to her mind w ith distinctness. It was
a strange realization. Hhe, the haughty,
proud belle, here in a farm-house, depen
dent upon her father’s sister, und that
father dead. And Herman, where was be ?
Hhe trembled, sighed wearily, and passing
her hands across her brow, moved slowly
out upon the lawn. The sun was sinking
to reHt, and the western horizon was dyed
with crimson and gold. Tho gentle south
wind brought the odor of wild violets in its
breath, and the birds were singing their
evening hymns upon the tree-tops. Pau
line sat down in a rustic chair, and folding
her hands, gazed upon the pastoral scene
with something like wonder. At times
her life seemed like a vision, from which
she must awake. Across the garden she
looked now, and saw, in the lane beyond,
tho cows coming homo, and heard tho
bleating of the calves in tho burn, aud the
shrill voices of the cocks, us they went to
their roosts. Thou she rested hei face
upon her hands, and directed her eyes to
the green grass, anil iu doing so she saw
her calico dress and her thick boots. An
expression of snip rise went over her face.
“Yea, ’tis I, Paulino Seaton. It's all
ull true, but oh, Heaven! shall I ever learn
to realize it ? Shull I ever become nceus
tomed to myself as I am—shall I ever for
get myself us I was ? It may be for the
best. I must think it is, or I ahull lose
my reason.”
“It’s a kind o’ pleasant twilight, Miss
Pauline ?’’
The woi'ds were uttered iu a coarse, but
kindly voice. The maiden looked up, and
| beheld Enoch Bongs,one of the farm hands,
i leaning on his hoc, his bright blue eyes
bent upon hor admiringly. There was
: something in those eyes that recalled old
memories, and so Pauline had spoken to
their possessor oocuaionly. He called her
Pauline, too, while all the others afflicted
her with “Polly.”
“Yes, Enoch," she answered, mechanic
ally. “Are you veiy tired to-night?”
"No, Miss Pauline, not very, though
I've hoed a master sight to day,” hero
joined, with a quirk of his head peculiar
I to him.
Hhe nodded and smiled faintly, and then
| went in to help her aunt get supper. Em
ployment she must have, and anything
that sbo could do sho look hold of it with
avidity; it served to keep her mind from
herself and tho past, and that was the
great, desideratum. What would the
belles and beaux of New York have said,
i to have seen tho queenly Pauline Seaton
j in the midst of a brood of chickens, feed
ing the dough to thi m with her own
,hands?
June came—Juno, with its roses of all
kinds and hues. Twits evening; the
: fields were silvered with moonlight;a light
; breeze mitigated the summer heat; the
| whip-poor-will's weird song echoed from
the forest on valley and hill. Paulino, in
| a white dress with it crimson sash, sat on
; lawn, meditating. Presently Enoch, res
j ploudent in white pants and vest with dark
coat, came out and took a seat by her side;
j She was glad of his presence; he would
amuse her.
"Y'ou are looking finely to-night,
Enoch.”
“Thank you. Miss Pauline. I don’t
believe you’d say that, if you didn’t mean
i it-’’
She smiled to herself. But she had
, told tho truth; he did look w ell, and she
i wondered at it.
“Miss Pauline." said Enoch, timidly,
| “I kinder thought may be you eonld tell
!us a story about the city, or something,
and so I came down. Could you now
think of something, and won’t it be too
, much trouble?”
"A love story', Enoch?”
She tried to speak laughingly,
j “Yes, them are the best alius. ’’
“Well, 111 make up one, if I can’t think
j of a real one. There was once a very proud
: girl, who was loved by a most worthy man,
! a man noble of heart and purpose.* She
became engaged to him, and the time was
; set for their marriage. Well, us I said,
; the girl wus wilful, haughty and obstinate,
and so she promised to go out of an evening
i with u man whom her lover disliked, and
i who was not really worthy of her society,
j Her lover remonstrated with her, pleaded
■ w ith her, but all to no purpose. She
would have her way. At this her lover re
minded her of her duty to him and her
love, hut she as much as told him that she
never loved him. Then he left her, not
in auger, as be deserved, but in sorrow
and forgiveness."
"But did the girl rmlly love him, Mis*
Pauline?”
“Yes, better than her life, but she was
too proud to confess it. She pretended to
scorn love, and in consequence she bus
leurned the vujue of it. To-night, she is
trying to fill the ucliisg void in her heart
with hope—trying in vain.”
“No, not in vain, my loved one—my
beautiful Pauline!"
The false whiskers were cost aside, and
the radiant face of Human Aldrich beamed
down upon her. The old pride flashed up
for an instant, and then it was lost in the
torrent of bliss that swept over her heart!”
“Oh, Herman, my love! my love!”
Hhe sank upon his breast 1 and his lips
met hers in oue lingtring kiss.
Two months later lira. Herman Aldrich
appeared in society M the metropolis, but
with softened pride.
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had opened a barber-shop in the village.
The editor of the Fredericksburg (Va.)
Kelt* was asked by a stranger “if it whs
possible that that litile town kept np fonr
newspapers,” and the reply was, “No, it
tikes four newspapers to keep up the
town."
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WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN
t
BOOKS AND STATIOREItV.
Keep constantly on hand a largo amorV
amatol
MISCELLANEOUS, STANDARD
AMS
SCHOOL BOOKS.
Sunday School Libraries furnished on th*
most liberal terms with the latest
and best English Publications.
BIBLES,
Pocket, Family and Pulpit,
la Orest Variety.
PHOTOGRAPH ALBUMS, SCRAP BOOKS.
Any book* sent bv mail on receipt of price.
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D. W. PRICE,
MERCHANT TAILOR,
QUITMAN, GA.,
Would inform the citizens of Quitman and sur
rounding country, that he has jtut opened a
FIRST CLASS
MERCHANT AND TAILORING
ESTABLISHMENT
IS QUITMAN, AND HAN ON HAND A FINE
LOT OF
CLOTHS AND CASHMERES,
SUITABLE FOB MAKING
DRESS AND BUSINESS SUITS.
He has also on Hand a Select Stock of
READY MADE CLOTHING.
CUTTING, CLEANING
—AND —
R EP AIRING
DONE OX SHORT NOTICE.
W PRICES MODERATE -fetf
J AMES CONNER’S SONS,
UNITED STATES TYPE
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ELECTROTYPE FOUNDRY
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PRINTERS' WAREHOUSE,
Nos. 28, 30 and 32, Centre Street,.
New Yoi*lc.
LARGE STOCK OF
ENGLISH AND GERMAN FACES;.
Both Plain and Ornamental,.
KEPT ON HAND.
Every articlb necessary for a PERFECT
PRINTING OFFICE furnished.
The type on which thia paper is printed is fren*
tbc above Foundry. oaylOtf
