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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: