Newspaper Page Text
if YOU WANT
•GIVE THE
THURSDAY, AUGUST 1, 1889
A Sign of Breakers.
away at school, until bow that I! er saw such expressive eyes in my
have graduated. I would have heen - life. I knew as soon as I had spo-
with aunt, only for th® childreni ken to him that you would like
having scarlet fever and her send-1 him—you couldn’t help it”
ing us herd with Mrs. Price toj . “But I thought you preferred
chaperone us. I was so happy when : Mr. Sanford.”
we came yesterday,-and now he has “Of course I did. Of whom else
come, too, and is waiting . in the have we been speaking?”
parlor to look me over, and see if “I was speaking, of Mr. Glynn.”
he will like me. Oil!” with a wrath- “Oh, were you?”' • ‘
£ul motion that did not ill. become And they laughed as girls laugh
lifer graceful, girlish beauty, “I do who had seen buds blow but sev-
hope he will hate me as much as I enteen times; but they colored a
hate him already. Then he 'will little as well, and a silence which
never ssh me. He promised to was unusual, fell between them, as
marry me, mamma said, if he loved they "stood hand in hand in the
me. Just think of it, Jessie; he sunset?
will look me over, study me, and What days they were that fol-
seeiflsuit him. Was ever any- lowed! . .If four people ever left the
thing bo abominable? How I envy world and its cares behind them
you.” and basked in the glory of para-
“Aud I you, you little goose!” dise, 'that four could - be found in
laughed Jessie. “Wqy what an that out-of-the-way country place,
amount of amusement 3 ou can have where every hour was i shod with
out of ail this if you wish to turn light, and every day dropped from
it into a joke.” . them as softly and as gentfy as the
“If I wish to! Now,® Jessie, if leaves ^rop.from the rose when it
you have a single idea—” [ is oyer-blown.
“My child, I have a dozen. ' See A month had gone since that day
here?” with" a merry ripple of when Jessie and Janet had ex
mirth in her voice. “Why not changed-identities, and now, when
change names while he is here? I they were happiest, Mrs. Vane had
won’t in the least mind his looking written that she would' be with
me over, and—” them on the
Jessie’s Plot,
Colcsibua Enquirer-Sun.
Some of- our republican ex
changes are becoming very, uneasy
about the next house of represent
atives. On the face of the returns
the republicans have a majority of
three, but hear the ' Pittsburg
Times;
HThe republicans have - what in
. ordinary times would be a majori
ty of three in the house of repre
sentatives, or enough to organize
that body if there, should be no
break in the'ranks, if nobody died
and ho stroke of adversity came
along. It will be seen that the “if”
is a considerable one, , but that is
hot all. It is reported that the
course of the administration has.
been so dissatisfying to Congress
man Brower, of North Carolina,
that he is disposed, as a republi
can, to be mischievous—nay, re
vengeful. In addition, Congress
man Houck, of Tennessee, another
dissatisfied republican, who, it is
said, is not backward in his com
plaints against the president, is re
ported to be ready to second the
motion to break the slate; and
there are others still, it is said,
who are similarly minded. It is
too true that dissatisfaction with
the, administration threatens to
•renejer unavailable the three_ re
publican majority in organizing
the house.”
We have thought for some time
that the democrats had a slight
chance of organizing the house,
time it is not
“May I enter?” asked a clear,
sweet voice at the door of. Jessie
Vane’s room.
The brown head was lifted in
stantly, the pile of letters which
had claimed Jessie’s attention®was
pushed aside, and a laughing light
| of welcome beamed in the girl’s
dark eyes.
“Come, Janet,” she called merri
ly. “Always welcome, cousin mine,
bat doubly welcome now, for I.
have letters here which I think X
will ask you to help me answer.”
I The door had beeu pushed wide
i.oDen at her first word, and while she
had been speaking a. fair, bright,
dainty creature had crossed to her
side.
- Such a winsome, sweet face!
such a changing,.flower-fresh &<*©»
with its starry gray eyes, and its
ever-varying expression.
Jessie, to-whom it was very dear,
looked at it with' loving, laughing
eyes, which laughed the more when
they read the petulance and an
noyance upon it.
“He who runs may read,” she
Said, gaily. “Something had gene
wrong.” Janet tossed .a card into
her cousin’s lap, and flung herself
morrow, and they
knew that before the morrow an
explanation must be made.
“I don’t cafe; ■ Boy Sanford is
fathoms deep in love with; Jessie,
arid he; cannot ask me to marry
him now,’’-thought Janet, as she
strolled in the orchard with Valroy
Glvnn, and wondered - how she
Would tell him • the hateful story,
that must be told at once by her,
else he should not perfectly un
derstand it.
“I must tell you something,”
“Please do
Janet caught her in an embrace
"Slat threatened suffocation. “If
yon only will, I’ll never forget it—
| never! And he is in the parlor
| now. Go down.at once; while I
| find Mrs. Price and explain to her.
She is as fond of a joke as -any of
us, and won’t mind a bit. Go, go,
Jessie. You may change your
mind if you wait another moment.”
And the .impulsive girl drew her
cousin-laughing softly, and really
beginning to wish . slid had not
made the offer—from her chair
and across the threshold, then leav
ing her to" go down alone, flitted off
in search of the easy, good-natured
woman, with whom Jessie’s mother
had sent niece and daughter to a
farm-house for the two months of
summer.
Tbs-parlor-was a long, shady
room, one wiriduW of which was
shaded by a climbing-rdse bush.
At this window a tall form was
standing as Jessie entered, and
she crossed directly towards it, her
newly-arranged and impulsive plot
making the dimples come and go
in her cheeks, and causing, the
dark eyes under herlaslies to glow
and gleam with laughter.
“Mr. Sanford?” ehe said softly.
He turned with a start, and met
the merry, lovely eyes; his own
were blue and 7 keen, but she found
a beauty in them never before
found in any human .eyes by her,
as their owner took the hand she
extended and bent over it with the
grace of a courtier.
“And this is Miss Graves,’ he
said, in a voice she liked as she
had liked his eyes. “Your aunt as--
sored me that no formal introdue-
tion would be necessary between
your mother’s daughter and my
father’s son.”
Jessie bowed, ;.
- - “Let me introduce my friend and
classmate, Mr. Glynn; he and I are
hoping to enjoy a few weeks’ fish-
dug ia this neighborhood, and you
will, no doubt, see -a great deal of
us.” .......
Jessie turned. Yes, there were
two of them, and the oiie whom she
had riot noticed was rising from a
great chair, arid was bowing to Her
vjfith a chill but graceful Courtesy,
“Slight arid dark, with a proud,
cold face,” thought Jessie. “I shall
like Janet’s lover best.”
Then Janet came in, like, a hu
man flower,’ arid mtrodaetiQns were
received, rind she forthwith turned
Her coldest shoulder ■ Upon Eoysl
Sanford, and gave her smiles and
gay remarks and her whole, atten
tion to Valroy Glynn,- whose calm,
dark face lighted ..and .grew.' soft-
many times' ere "ihsri prolonged c-all
was over, and the two young men
took their leave, having arranged
but at the
probable that they will be able to
do so. If an opportunity presents
itself, however, the democrats will
be equal to the emergency.
she said hurriedly,
not Bay a word until I have fin
ished.”
“Not a word,” he said, prisoning
the soft little fingers on his arm
in his, and looking down
as a man looks but once
woman.- -
’ So she told her stor
she had told it to her
Trees iu trie Air,
much as
isin; and
tween points upon^s - spire, say
thShiiiQ trefir-Spoh the south.side of
the steeple is fully 8 fe6t tall and
the other about 6. Both are greep
and healthy, looking, and have
grown rapidly with:
a year. They
are beyond reach from the upper-
window, and coukl not be removed
without a stage being built. The
opinion is that brie is a willow .and
the other a ^poplar. How they ob
tained root in the masonry is a
mystery.
A Greenland expedition has been
planned for next summer. Seven
men, under the commend, of an of
ficer of the Danish royal navy, will
leave: Copenhagen in the spring,
taking with them provisicriu sufr
fieient- for two and a - half years.
Their destination will be the east
coast of Greenland, and they will
explore it between the. degrees of
86 and 73 north latitude.
A sea turtle 10 feet long, five
feet wide and weighing 1,000
pounds, was caught recently in a
trap off South Harwich, Gape Cod.
This monster is estimated to be
-fully 200 years old. As it stands
the distance between its. fcfo flip
pers is over 10 feet.
In the machine hall of the
exposition" is a easting wej
ten tons. This piece de fora
is riot intended to serve any 1
purpose, but merely inten
TO’MOOVM
10 VM
the identity of the maskers; but s *
this is becoming unsafe, as it is
hard to unravel the secret of 'who
is below the masks. The wagers va
-
>- ■:
33
AOVEBTIIB
RISE
W; ...
r I Jr -
! . .
; TIT. 'IOMK JOURNAL
Hp;
eahenartorsfor Houston nfew®
—The Home Jourxal Job
fice is fully prepared to do amf
kind cf Commercial job work
may 03 needed. All nicely pad
ded, arid at prices that will sea-
pete with, any city. Call and Irek
at our samples and get q„ux.. ,
and 3 t gu will leave j-our orders.
Trie Music He Liked,
NFAOTOl
MACON, GA.
g
vts
S3 -
m
w
&
■#3
0
©
?=4-
*
m
O
£3.
SP
B
C4-
cw
GC
CD
rB
&
B
1
CD
;f -
■ g
S"
in
gr 1
m
m
p
CD
i***T
O
P .
0
&■
'Pa
'O ’
•O
'B
S
(TD
• p
55
-
P-
i
•Jp
U1
m
H
1
-B
IS-
a
0
p
tel
m
■ r f)
tsf
m
%
It
w.
p
a
#
st
S 01
S3
©
m
CD
«*»
©
^9
O -
p
m
M-
©
©
jrb
©
W
n
\s
CD
Q
■ A f
R
m .
It
9*
m
O
O.
m
0
P '
•
^5
»
Koiioo
NOXiOO
aunt, our summer here will be
spoiled. Bead the name on that
card, and then perhaps - you will
understand.”
Jessie lifted the innocent look
ing card, and read the name upon
it, but she did not seem to com
prehend.
“Boyal Sanford,” she said, mu
singly. “The name is pretty, but
I never heard it before. Who is
he, dear? arid why Should a call
from him alarm you for our sea
son?”
“I’ll tell you,” burst out Janet,
hurriedly. “I always hat§^s£n to
think of mm’—-with a spiteful little
push to the card-—“but Til have
to, and meet him, too, and be civil
to him, which will be abominably
hard. It is all a family romance,
but romantic as it sounds, it has
become a nightmare to me. My
mother and Boyal Sanford’s father
were lovers. Something parted
them and he married somebody
else. Mamma did so, too, but neith
er of them forgot, and I den’t think
ther were very happy,” sbe sigiied,
softly, and leaning toward her
cousin, laid her young head against
Jessie’s coils or dark hair.
“It was sad—sad,” she said, af
ter a pause. “But when he was dy
ing he sent for mamma, who was
then a widow, and bade.her bring
me with her. I will never forget-
that wan, worn face, which lighted
up so when mamma entered the
sick room, nor the sobs that shook
her as she.knelt beside his bed. 1
was twelve years old; and did not
understand it all until long after;
and I felt dimly that in some way
I was expected to atone for a sin
committed, an injury done before
mv birth.”
“You, Janet? Why how could
you -patch up the broken lives,
dear?” _
“It was a dying man’s fancy that
as he had loved my mother in Ms
youth, so also must the son love
the daughter "in a few short years,
and he bade- my mother promise
that we should marry when I was.
eighteen.” :
“Janet! And you said nothing?”
“Oh, yes I did. When he took
my hands in his cold, trembling
ones,, and begged me to love Ms
son, and wed him some, day, I burst
out sobbing, and said I would try
to if—-he asked me.”
Jessie laughed a low, soft laugh.
“Why youure as fiee as air;” she -
said, lightly. : “All yon hath to do
is not io let him fall in love with
you.]
lug
he
“I always thought I was fond ref
music,” said Farmer - Greene;.“bfit
since I visited Matilda-in iBoston
I’ve had my" doubts about it.'.i.I
hadn’t been, there a day before
Matilda she says to me,. “Now fa
ther, we’re going to have a music
al, and I do hope you’ll enjoy it!"
“Of course I-shall,’ says I. ‘Ydu
know how fond I am of them fa
mous old Scotch-songs you used
to sing, andhow I’m always ready
to jine in when-anybody strides up
‘Coronation’.” .... ,
“ Well, this will be the be-sutnu-
sic you ever! listened to,’ says
Matilda, and my mouth watered to
hear it.”
“The/night of the concert you
ought to ha’seen the folks pour
in, all silks and saiiyagmc flowers.
Matilda wore, well, I don’t rightly
know what, but I think ’twas silk
and lace. Pretty soon wp all got
quieted down, and then aGcrman,
with long hair end a great bushy
beard, sat down to the piano, and
began to play,' My, how ;lie, did
bang them keys! There was thun
der down in the bass, ancF.tinklin’
cymbals up in the, treble.
“The lady that.. sat side of me
whispered when there was a min
ute’s stop, ‘Do yo‘u distinguish the
different motives?’ v ' ■ #
“‘My, no!’ says I. ‘I don’t sep
what anj'body’s motive could be
for workin’ so ; hard to ipake a
noise.’ ‘ -
“Then she smiled behind her
farr, but I don’t .know what at,
whether’twas the music or me; -i
“When the piece stopped every*
body hummed" and whispered tp
each other how lovely ’twas, und : {&
good many told the German hoiv
much obliged they were. I didn’t
say a word.’ " • i a
“Then a tall "worn an, ; -aR fixed up
with silts aud furbelows, sang
piece that almost marie my, hair
stand, on end, it went so high, and
had so many ups and downs, qi i^,-
She was master smart; anybody
could see that, but seffiehow.I
didn’t fancy thatjfiiid ofsingip;’ It
made me unpasy. When .she was
climbin’ ;fp to her high notes,. I
wondered if she’d ever .get there*
and when she dropped down again,
I„ wanted to say ; ‘Now you’ve got
through it safe cnce, don’t, try .i$
again! ;
“Well, pretty soon Matilda came
round to me and whispered; . ‘Far
ther, howd’you like it?.’ . ,
“ ‘i don’t care care much for. 1 it,!
eays I. ‘It’s a little too much like
frosted Cake when yotr want, plain
bread.’, . .. - -. ’ vi , V |
She laughed, and in a minute
I heard her sayin’ to one of thp
performers, ‘My father’s a little
old fashioned, you see, and' would
you mind?’ • :: ^
“V/ hat do yon suppose, bappen|;.
ed then? Why that Avoman that
sung the trills and warbles .stood
up, and without any piano playin’
at all, sung ‘Ye Banks and Braes’
arid ‘John Anderson-’ How she-
knew what I liked 1 never could,
tell, but she sang the songs I’ve,
loved since I was a boy, and when
the tears , were
streamin’ down my cheeks.
dear!! fBayj
and 1 went up to her and shoot.
both her hands. And it seemed-
to me she liked the songs herself,
for when she looked ri me her
eyes were wet, too.
me, but I
inkin’ I ap-
1
ngso well.
to need-
Avho have-
sing ithe-
-A pm er-
and it is 1
is claim-;
etira.-alf
! that
in a
ice, when the tv.-o.girh
the veranda, watekdj
5 shadows gath er |"
show what can be accomplished by |
pattern.makers,-moiders ant:fohh- |same so.ng- ot praise.-
ffftrisacy of cle- j medicine coec not
never been surpassed.
-3^--
:a.er 8!.me ;rem?ve iPirap te 8 ., Boil* WB,
•’ ; Zhsnm OH>»iV
| by impure blocd.—Will drive,
; iiU’ia from tbe-syste'ni arid-pre^nt-
.. . .._ V I J-s wed as cure all Malarial
•Jie above
liu.i-'iiiSsoI J
Headac
Xetdiisg a: