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VOLUME I. THE INDEPENDENT. SATURDAY, CM TOUR K I*, 1873. PttbllUiMi Wetk!) at $* 00 per Annum In Advimw, Mingle ('•pin 5 cent*. THUS FADING OH. Through childhood** opening hour* we glide, With radiant brow and tender feet; With love we look on all we meet, And hope is high whate'er betide. A D**fting heart may bring ua pain; But youthful hearts beat quick and light To break the gloom that dims the right, And hope and joy are ours again. And youth builds high its palace walls. And decks them oVr with nice caprice; To fate, then, sign an armistice— For low the treacherous fabric falls. And thus we weave a magic spi 11, Wrought fair with hopes too bright to wear; And when the vears bring grief and care, The heart beats dumb!)', like a knell. Ho, fadiug on, our bright dreams go. And o’er our way the shadow* fall, Till o’er the heart a dreary pall Glooms all that once had charuit and us so. THE EITAL EARLS; OR, THE MISSING BRIDE. lIY WALTER OAI.IUXKK, ESMJ. “Her Grace, the Duchess, awaits your ladyship in her boudoir. ” The pompons servant, gorgeous in his livery of crimson and silver, placed his left luuul over his heart, and with a gran diloquent wave of his right, bowed very low. Lady Clarilwl Rushingtou raised her soft, glowing eyes from her Iwjok, and slightly inclined her head. The attendant with another flourish, wheeled about and walked away as stiff and straight as a grenadier. Presently the maiden arose, and smooth ing out the folds of her dress left the room. As she passed the long mirror she could not help seeing the reflection of her sweet, gentle fare with its velvety lips red as the ruby, its pearly teeth, its finely curved nostrils, and delicate eye-brows ss black as the glistening hair that swept away from her brow. Rut the sight of this rare beauty called no vain smile to her features; instead they grew tenderly jwsnsive, and almost unconsciously she murmured: ‘•For him, I am glad for him. he loves me so truly and is so proud of me!” A sigh followed the words; there was evidently n shadow upon her joy, but its reflex lingered not long upon her counte nsnee, for her heart was bnoved up w ith reverent trust. When she entered her mother’s room, her faee wore a quiet smile, and the Duchess, pleased at this fa vorable omen, coudeseended to take her daughter's hand a moment, something she rarely done. I ,ady Claribel sank upon a hassock at her mother’s feet,- and raised her dark eyes iiftiuiringly. “Yes, my daughter, I sent for you," said the Duchess in answer to the glance, as she leaned back in her chair, and lan guidly fanned herself. ‘‘l have an import ant topic for you to consider, or rather, perhaps for you to understand, since your father, the Duke, has already given it his consideration—” •‘Well, your grace?” said Lady Claribel, imitating her parent's formal style of speaking. The vain and worldly mother smiled again, and gazed upon her diamonds as they sparkled in the sunlight. Homage, constant reminder of her rank and wealth was pleasant to her even from her own child. Presently she resumed: •‘You, my dear, are the daughter of a Duke, there is royal blood in your veins, and none in the land are superior to you. Nature, as if recognizing the requirements of your station, gave you loveliness of form and features. Your father is proud of yon, and that you may have nothing in common with those beneath you. he has thought it proper to spare you the frivolity of courtship, in short to choose a husband for yon.” “His grace is very kind!” commented lowly Claribel with refreshing unconcern. '' “You do not even ask who Le is?” said the Duchess,not knowing how to construe her daughter’s words. “No r .I don't care," was the calm an swer. The Duchess frowned,and swung her fan more rapidly. Her daughter’s mood was quite inexplicable. Presently she said, coldly: “Remember the respect due to my po sition, Lady Claribel, if you cannot, I re member your filial duty. Look at me! Why do you trifle thus?” The maiden turned squarely round and fixed her dark eyes upon her parent’s face. There was firmness in her glance, resolu tion in each beautiful feature. ‘•Trifle!” repeated Lady Claribel, with a smile of contempt. ‘‘ Who trifles? Ac cident made me the daughter of a Duke. Naturally I am proud of it, but not proud enough to sacrifice my eternal peace for the title. You hare chosen a husband for mo. Very well, you may choose. Have I rebelled? No, then what frets your grace?” She arose, laughing in a cool, provoking way. The Duchess grew pale around the lips, and replied with suppressed’rage: “Your manner is impertinent; the Duke my lord, shall be informed of it. I shall not chide you; ’tis a plebian method of enforcing obedience. Edgar Ashton Elm jrood, the Earl of Wcllesford, is to be THE INDEPENDENT. vonr husband. Be careful to receive him as your accepted lord. Leave me, I axu weary already.” tV*,th a low bow that might mean obedi ence or defiance, Lady Claribel moved from the apartment. On the same day, just at dusk, a man walked restlessly to and fro in a secluded portion of the Rushingtou gardens. Oc casionally he looked to the right and left, his bright blue eyes full of ex}ieetation. At length, as the moments flew on, and the shadows of night drew closer upon earth, an expression of disappointment settled upon his pale, earnest face, and he mused: “She will not come; the hour is past, ’Tis not strange. I cannot reprouch her! But, why, oh Hcaveu, has she nurtured my love?” He clenched his hands, his face grew whiter—there was agony in his soul. Hah! a light step upou the gravel! He turned as one fleeing from despair to meet an an gel of grace. “Albert!” The voice seemed to him like heavenly music, he gazed upon the cloaked figure os one looking through darkness to light be yond, he caught the little hands encased in their black gloves, and pressed them tenderly, and then a long breath of relief e't his lips. “I had given yon up, I was feeling a dreadful loneliness but an instant ago! Now I live again! (rod bless my darling, my sweet, noble love!” There was an intense sincerity in every syllable, liis soul shone from his words. The black eyes behind the viel harked upon him trustfully, ami then a tremor vent over the slight figure of his com panion. “It was difficult for me to get away,” she said, in a whisper. “Rut I would have come at any cost, Albert! my father lias selected a husband for me, the Earl of Wellesford—” “It is as I feared!" he interposed. Mis ery comes fast upon us! Oh my God, Clari, why have we ever met? I could not. would not ask you, the daughter of a Duke, to fly from home, title, wealth to ac cept my humble lot —” “But I would go!” she interrupted, her breath coming thick and fast. I would sacrifice my life for our love! O Albert, what on earth requites a restless heart? I am no giddy child, mad with romance, I am a woman proud of woman's feelings, proud of the honor, the purity of the man I love.” “O Clari, thrice blessed were those words, and yet. I were cruelly selfish to take advantage of them. Your very trust in me makes me cautious, your noble thoughts of me,so far exceeding my worth, dumbfounds ine with gratitude! 0 Heaven, w hat can we do?” There was a pause; the man glanced from earth to sky, from the beloved form so near him, to the imaginary grief that separated him from her. At intervals liis facial muscles twidled with anguish—his heart bounded to free itself from sorrow - he looked upon her aud saw tears on her veil. “It must be!” he said in nil agitated whisper. “Heaven’s greatest blessing is pure love, ours is pnre.it is our life; we live, breathe and hope upon it—endless torture would follow its withdrawal! 'Tin a crime in the eyes of God to think of that. We will wait, dearest, until the last, and then if we are doomed to grief, will break all bonds, wo will fly together—we will seek peace in our love—” “And we shall find it! Our Father will bless us, Albert!” “Yes, I feel it, I know it, bless us as he has blessed roe in your true womanly heart! O Clan, I would not hold forth one false hope, I would not deceive my self or you, but 1 know that our love is righteous,that it is a gift from above!” He raised his hat reverently, and she gazed upon him with devotion, seemed to hear the echo of his words in her very soul. That she loved him more than all others of earth could be seen even by a casual observer, that she would trust her happi ness for all time with him was as clearly evident. It grew dark fast now, and one by ono the pearly stars dotted the azure dome. “It is late. I must go, Albert,” she | said, reluctantly. “But not without hope, ! Heaven be praised for that. I can bear | everything now, for ultimately we shall be together. Good night dear one.” [ The last words were uttered in a tremu i lous, bashful voice. “Good night, my own, my dearest!” He pressed her hands again and again, 1 and gazed into her shining eyes with a fervency that caused the long lashes to droop. A moment more and she was ! hurrying away to the street where her ! carriage awaited her. Albert Merrivale watched her as one beholding the decline of a glorious sunset, aud when at last, he saw her no more, he sighed as over a vis j ion of departed beauty. But his mind was inspirited with hope, and as he walked from the gardens toward his lodgings, he dwelt upon her words, and pictured in glowing colors, their future. Bo deeply ! engrossed was he with his sweet fancies, I that he noticed not a small, cringing figure that kept in his path like a snake turning when he turned and scanning closely his I every movement. Until Merrivale reached his rooms, which were a long distance from the gardens, the man dogged him, then having marked the house, he sneaked 1 away, entered a cab, and ordered the dri i ver to proceed to Wcstind. Reaching at QUITMAN, GA„ SATURDAY, OCTOBER 18, 187:!. List an elegant mansion he alighted, ran hurriedly p the steps, and entering with a key, made all haste to a room in tho sec ond story. Here ho paused and knocked. "Como in,” sounded a fretful, peevish voice. The man entered, bowed profoundly to a tall fashionable gentleman who sat smoking, with his feet on a hassock, and then said: “My lord! My lord! there is news!” “Out with it then, you scoundrel," ex | claimed the Earl of Wellesford,impatiently “What are you waiting for?" “Pardon my lord, I’m nearly out of breatli—” “But not out of impudence, you long eared, knock-kneed, oakum-hiared ape!” roared his lordship, growing very red in i the face and clutching a ruler from the ; table. "Speak quick, now, or demine! ■ I'll crack your skull. I’m in no mood for blarney. “True, most true my lord,” mumbled tho valet, dodging behind a chair and bowing. “I’ll come to the point at once! You see -" "No, I dont see, and if you say that again I’ll break every bone in your body!” interposed the choleric Earl, again grasp ping the ruler. I “Good, my lord, I'll remember. It’s Ia very bad habit of mine, as your lordship knows. I saw in the Rushingtou gardens, : at dusk my Lady Claribel Rushingtou dis guised—” “Disguised? how know you it was her?” “By her ryes, my lord.” “Ah! Go on. What next?” “She met a man there my lord—" “A man! curses on him. Who? “1 pray you have patience, my lord, I'm ! coming to that He is known to you, my | lord, the American merchant, Albert Mer rivale.” “Pooh! Only he, then I’m saved a duel! I’ll cowhide him, the puppy!" "But, my lord—,” and the volet’s eyes rolled around suspiciously, “he is more than that, he is—" “What? what? you aggravating clown.” The valet darted forward and whispered j a few words in his master's ear. With a j slireik of horror the Earl sprang to his feet and clutched his hair with both hands, while his fane became ghastly, and his breath came short and heavy. A moment ! he remained thus, staring at Griffith* as if lie were some wild beast, then his face grew purple, he gnashed his teeth and howled: "This must pass; 'tis nil accursed dream I —there is no substance to it.” “Nay, but there is, my lord, too much! | Solid flesh and blood, as I’m a sinner!" His lordship staggered again and heat his fists together, while his eyes gleamed ! and rolled most fiercely. “Peace, be calm, my lord!” cried the valet imploringly. “Give mu freedom to | act, and all shall yet be well.” “Ay, freedom and a thousand crowns | thrown in, good Barry!” gasped the Earl, taking his servant’s hand. Banish this phantom, and I am your friend as well as your master.” “It shall be done, my lord,” replied the valet, bowing, and then set wine before j his resistor, that it might quiet his nerves. The next afternoon, about dusk, the Earl of Wellesford drove up to the Hano ver House, the residence of Warren Car lyle Itusbington, Duke of Hanover, and entering, was shown to the sitting-room, where Lady Claribel awaited him. As he came into her presence he bowed low, and then advancing, raised her hand to his lips. She sat like a statue, her black eyes fixed upon his face as if she would read his inmost thoughts. He felt uneasy un : der her glance, but strove to disguise it. “Am I not welcome, rnv ladv, that yon ! say nothing to me?” he remarked, after a long pause. “The kindness of your gra ! cions father had led me to hope that you ; would meet me with a smile; but in vain I look for it.” “My father has disposed of my hand to you, my lord, and if he has not a like eon- I trol over my heart it is no fault of mine. I obey; if my dumb obedience is an of fense to your lordship, you and the Duke must remedy it as best you can. ” “By my soul, that is well said, my dear Lady Claribel. If I win cot your heart then shall my hopes and prayers go unan swered. Your very coldness is the incen tive that warms me to the effort. Nay, do not smile; let me wait until I can win j one. The task will be a Bweet one.” He arose as he spoke, and stood with his right hand resting upon his sword, and his left holding his hat, while his eyes sought her fuee witli admiration. Lady Claribel looked up, and something in his glance | caused an expression of fear to settle upon her face, which soon became mingled witli scorn. Presently he bade her a gallant adieu, and left the house. Two days later, at eight o’clock in the evening, as Albert Merrivale was sitting in his room reading, the landlady entered and gave him a note. Seeing that it was directed inClaribel’s well-known hand, he ; hastily broke the seal, and spread open the missive. It ran as follows: “Albert —the I end lias come. I will be in a cab at Lon don bridge at nine this evening. I have been suspected os late, and 1 dare name Ino other place, lest we be discovered. 1 Come. Your own Claribel.” Again and again he read the note, while strange feelings agitated his heart ! and mind. Would she ever regret this ; step? Would he? Should he not suffer, and preserve her honor and his 100, in- stead of giving way to the demands of his j love? But what would she think? Better endure misery hereafter than to think him unfaithful now. “But why do I argue this way?" he ex claimed, in mingled perplexity and grief. “Is she not all in all to me? Are not my hopes of heaven centred on the influence she will exertovermein this world? Why do I hesitate and falter? Why is this confu sion in my mind?” He glanced at his watch. "It is twenty minutes past eight now. I must hurry. Ha! there is sweat on my . brow. I am fearfully excited and nervous! i ldo not understand it’ I’m not a coward —no! but my heart seems sinking.” Suddenly severing his reverie, lie made Ia few hasty preparations, and left the ! house. Calling a cab, he jumped in, and | rode to within a few rods of tho bridge, | when he alighted and walked the remaiu ! <ler of the distance. Yes, there waN a cab standing on the bridge on the right. As ho drew near he looked in at the open window, and a soft voice greeted his ear: “Quick, dearest, quick!” Pulling open the door he leaped in, and i at the same instant the horse started nip i idly forward, and the curtains were drawn. Albert was about to ask the meaning of this, when a cloth saturated with ether was placed to liis nestis, and two strong hands grasped his arms and bore him back j upon the seat. Now he understood only too well w hy a presentment of trouble had haunted him, and he struggled desper ately; but it was of no avail; in five min utes be was insensible, bound hand and foot. On rattled the cab over the bridge, and ! down on the opposite shore until a low, ricketty house was reached. Here Merri valo was tnken out, carried into a cellar, stripped of liis clothes, and placed in a coffin. Twenty minutes later a boat put out from the shore, containing a long, dark box and one mat. In silenco he sculled the skiff over the black waters un til ho arrived at the middle of the river. Then he drew in his oar, and prepared to sink iris cargo. “To-morrow is your wedding-day, my daughter.” said the Duke, smiling with mingled gladness and pride. “I think I have heard that remark be fore,” replied Lady Claribel very care lessly. “Our daughter haft lost all respect for us, my lord, interposed the Duchess, with haughty reproof. "She seems to study the moat effective wry of, displeasing us. ” “Thanks, your grace,” replied Lady Chtribel, with mock homage; and hastily arising she left the room. Her parents regarded each other in min gled wonder and vexation, hut nothing was said. The next day at eleven a. in. the long parlors of the Hanover House were filled with the Uubilitry and gentry of London society. Sir Robert Peel, at that time Regent to Victoria, the present Queen, wus there, and also Earl De La Warre, the father to the unfortunate Earl who com mitted suicide a short time since. At twelve the ceremony was to commence; and a few moments before the Earl of Wellesford, pale with anxiety, drew the Duke of Hanover aside, and uttered the startling sentence: “Lady Claribel is not to be found!” The Duke gazed upon him in blank amazement; his mouth opened, but he did not speak; his eyes rolled frantically, and he passed his hand across his brow several | times. Was ho to he disgraced before the greatest in the land? The Earl repeated his words, and at that moment the Du chess approached. She had heard the an nouncement, and it gave, her a terrible shook; but she controlled her feeling, and went at once to work to clear the mystery, but without success. Every room in the house was searched, but the missing bride was not found. The guests began to won der at the postponement of the services, and rumor was rife, when suddenly Lady Claribel appeared among them, leaning upon the arm of a stranger, and accompa nied by Sir Wadsworth Celey, an eminent lawyer. Concealment of the cause of the delay was now out of the question, and the Duke, overwhelmed with mortification, sank into a chair and covered his face with his handkerchief. But the Duchess, in dignant beyond control, imperiously said: “What means this outrage? Speak, Lady Claribel, if you care aught for our name!” “I will save her ladyship the trouble,” interposed Sir Wadsworth Celey. “I am aware that our course in this matter may satin obtrusive, hut circumstances left us no alternative. The Lady Chiribel was to have been married at twelve o’clock, but ns the Earl of Wellesford was not. here—’’ “Was not here, Sir Wadsworth?” ex claimed a dozen voices. “Why there he stands waiting, as he has been for the j last two hours.” “Yon are all in error, my friends,” re- I plied Sir Wadsworth. “He is not the Earl | of Wellesford.” An oppressive silence followed this de claration. The guests gazed at each other in mingled wonder and astonishment, and and then looked at Sir Wadsworth as if | they considered him insane, i “Will you be kind enough to explain i yourself, Sir Wadsworth?” said the Earl of jof Wellesford, with frigid hauteur. “You I have asserted before the highest in the ; land that the title is not mine. I demand ' an apology.” I “I never apeak without due considers tinn, Mr. Elmwood,” answered the lawyer. “Richard Grant Elmwood died without issue, and the title wont to William Charles, his brother, who was also sup posed to have died without issue—” “As he did!” interposed the Earl, em phatically. "Beg pardon, he did not,” continued Sir Wadsworth, coolly. “Ho hod a son; and that son was stolen by your father, the third brother, Edgar Ashton Elmwood, and sent to America in charge of an em igrant. Of course your futher could not stoop so low as to murder his brother’s child; but he hoped to get him out of the way, so that you could enjoy the Earldom; he sueeeded for a time; but that child, now a man, is found.” “A pretty story! It’s very strange that my uncle never complained of having lost his son—very strange," "Not at nil, when the physician declared it still-born, and gave it into your father’s keeping before its own father or mother ever set eyes upou it. The nurse who aided in that transaction is ready to swear to it at any moment, and ready to identify tho man by a mark she cut upon the child’s arm." Sir Wadsworth paused. Every eye was fixed upon him. The strange story had aroused an intense interest. “There, at the side of Lady Claribel, stands William Charles Elmwood, the Earl of Wellesford, formerly known ns Al bert Merrivale, an American merchant. Since he came to London I have hud him watched continually, for I felt a singular interest in him the first time I saw him. Without his knowledge the nurse, now a very old woman, obtained a glimpse of liis right arm, saw liis mark there, and told me who he was. One month ago his life was sought, but my detective checkmated the attempt, and rescued him just ns lie was about to be sunk in the Thames inside a coffin. Someone lmd tried to bury him alive. Can you guess who it was, Edgar Ashton Elmwood?” “What do you mean sir? How dare you ask me such a question?” “I’ve no evidence against you; your volet has run away,” was the whispered reply as the lawyer drew near tho alter. “You will contest the claim of this stronger?” queried the duchess. “No,” replied the ox-Earl. “I am wil ling my dear cousin should have his rights. I resign my coronet to him with feelings of thankfulness that he is alive to take it. My poor father was only actuated by love for me, not hatred toward him.” This pretty speech won for him the res pect of all present, anil Elmwood felt Hint at least lie had escaped a very damaging exposure. He could not be thankful enough that Barry Griffiths had fled. Tile regent now congratulated the new Earl upon liis accession to liis title, and the Duke seeing that after nil there was very little cause for mortification, joined the throng ami was introduced to the young lord. “But the marriage must go on!” said Sir Wadsworth. “Yes,’, added lady Claribel, in her fa ther’s ear, “I love Willie with all my heart. I shall marry the Earl of Wellesford after all, (b ar papa.” The Duke could make no objection, and the lovers were at once united. Years have passed, and happiness lias hovered over them like a guardian angel. An Eastern Marriage. The recent marriage of the eldest son of the Vieerry of Egypt was an event of more than ordinary importance. The more im portant festivities were held on the even ing previous to the marriage when the bride appeared for the last time before proceeding to her husband's house. The wife of the Viceroy sat on her throne dressed in Oriental style. The saloon was filled with women dressed after many dif ferent fashions. There were the wives of the Viceroy, his married daughter, the wives of many poches with splendid Eu ropean dresses and trains literally covered with lace and jewels, and with their faces showing a considerable amount of paint. The saloon was hnndsomly furnished with silks, velvets, brocades, and large looking glasses, and was lighted by an enormous number of white candles in silver and gold candelabras. After a time the bride’s pro cession appeared. First came twelve gaudily dressed women accompanied by slaves. The bride followed, supported by four other maids. She wore an Oriental dress with a long train, which was held up by four little black girls; her face and head were ornamented with jewels and small gold coins, and her hair was down, but covered with a veil of silver thread. As it is the fasion for the bride to wear as far as possible all her presents and jewelry on these occasions, the poor girl had three diadems on her head, bracelets up to her elbows, and brooches and other ornaments on the front of her dress. A little slave walked near her holding a silver tray full of small gold coins, a handful of which the bride threw over her hack from time to time, for good luck. The festivities, which consisted principally of dancing, then be gan and lasted for several hours. The fete terminated on the following day with a grand procession of the bride from Kasr el-Ali to her husband’s palace. Lueious Clad, of Menasha, Wis., took a drink of carbolic acid the other day, sup posing it to be brandy. After ascertaining what lie had done he drew his arms around his wife’s neck and exclaimed: “My God, I have been poisoned,” and was a dead man in two minutes. It required a lever to re move his arms. 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