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VOL. XXVII. NO 33
MISSIONARY COL
UMN.
[This col,inm is devoted to
the missionary cause, and ised,
ited by the W. F. M. Society,
Lawrenceville auxiliary.]
HISSING PRAYER.
‘ 7 “Ye ask amiss.”
Pr yers miss:
If cold.
If selfish.
When irreverent.
When faith is lacking. h
When lack perseverance.
Tha, are vague in indefinite
„■ That begin and end with self e
When we do not feel our neec
That are without earnest de n
sire.
When the sprit of prayers i
absent, t
That ar< fogotten as soon bi
uttered.
Which we do not want to bei
answered.
That not backed up with our
means.
Which have on true repentan
ce for sin.
That do not confide to God
our secrets.
Which have i J a grain of
thanksgiving.
Which are lip prayers —not of
the heart.
That contain no continuous;
thought of God. I
That are fretful and comp
laining in sprit.
That are cold and heartless
and without fervor.
That contain more of self thai
of Christ.
Because our live pray in an
opposite direct ion.
That ask for a hundred thihgs
they do not want.
recognize the
mediation of Christ.
Which are not aimed at God
or anything else.
That ask for good things but
with selfish ends.
That are offered in a hurried
and irreverent manner.
Which would do us more
harm than good if answered,
That are self-confident bav
iug no dependence on God.
That lack r gard for God’s
glory and the good of others.
Because the heart is full of
worldly delights, desires pas
sions.
That are rhetorical elabora
tions rather than hear-burus of
desire.
Because we fail to cooperate
with God iu bringing an answer
to our ov/n prayers.
That are simply statements
of what we ought to fuel rather
than what we really do feel.
Which are simply a parrot
like mimicry of tho telling off
of a long rosary of sollemn
words.
there is somothing “
amiss’* in the souroe from
wheuce it comes. There is sin
in the heart.
Which lack agreement on the
part of those who meet to pray
while one “leads” the rest are
praverless,
* iLoauao the heart js already
go full of worldly idols that
there is no room for blessings
for which we profess to seek. —
Jivangel and •Sabbath Oqtlook.
DO WHAT I CAN,”
Who takes for his motto, “I’ll
do wlmt L ca'.r ’’
Shall better the world as he
jj.ieg down ljfe’s hill.
The willing young heart makes
the capable man.
And who does what he can oft
can do what he will
There’s strength in the impulse
jq helps things ijlong.
And forces undreamed of will
come to the aid.
Of one who, thought weak, yet
believes he ■ strong
And offers himself to the task
pnfrujd
♦ ‘l'll do what 1 can” is a chal
lenge to fate.
And tato must succumb when
it’s put to the test:
A heart that is willing to labor
and wait.
hr'its tttgstil with life ever
oomesout the hest.
It puts the blue imps of depres
sion to rout,
A'l'il makes many difficult
problems event plain.
Jt niounts over obstacles dis
sipates doubt-
Amt unravels kinks in life’s
ourjous chain.
t‘J’l| do what 1 can” keeps the
progress niachiue.
In good working order as cen
turies roll,
And civilization would perish, I
ween, >
Were not those words written
ou many a soul.
They fell the great forests, they
furr <w the soil.
They soi'k new invention to
benefit man,
They fear no exertion, makes
pastime o's toil
0 great is earths debt to “I’ll
do what I can.”
A doctor may spend money
like water, but he doesn't get it
from the well.
After a man secures a girl s
baud .he sometimes finds she
has him under her thumb.
One word always leads on to
another—no matter whether
you are reading the .Bible or a
dime novel,
The Gwinnett Herald.
SOME OF THE DISPLAYS.
Among the displays of the
Gwinnett county fair is an old
(lag and the accompanying ap
probation.
As 1 gazed upon it by the
dawn’s early light, how sadly
[ felt o’er the twilight’s last
gleaming.
But here in my present quar
ters, secured for me by Editor
McNelly, of the News, I am
gloating in reminiscences.
I am sitting now in my room,
in the rehabilitated building
which occupies the old site of
tht> ancient tavern in which
Governor Troup sat when he
pronounced judgment upon
John Howard Payne, the man
who sang ‘Home, Sweet Home.’
Just think it! This county
is named for old ‘Bulton Gwin
nett,’ who because of the fact
that ho always eroded toe *l’
and instead of writing ‘Bulton’
wrote ‘Button,’ has gone down
in history as Button Gwinnett,
but has a small place in Geor
gia’s history.
Bui ton or Bqtton Gwinnett
was one of the p&ladjus of the
early history of tho State.
He served as governor after
Dr. Hull, was elected a delegate
from the colony to the conti
nental congress, signed the Dec
laration of Independence, re
turned aqd fought a dupl with
General Lachjan Mclntosh, and
was killed,all within six months
from the time ha joined the pa
triots,
This county was named for
him.
MODERN HISTORY.
John Howard Payne, the au
thor of ‘Hoipe, Home,’
first sang the song that has
made his namo immortal in the
old tavern upon the spot where
fnis is being written.
He was brought here from
old ‘Red Clay,’ the seat qf em
pire among the Cherokee In
dians, and because he refused
to sign the a:t of allegiance to
the federal dominion he was
brought here iu fetters.
Every student and every pu
pil in any gchpol in the state
ought to be familiar with the
doctrine of state’s rights, tirst
forcibly promulgated and en
forced in the face of Andrew
Jackson by George M. Troup,
Georgia's chivalrous governor,
He it wan who ordered the
release of John Howard Payne
and the Imprisonment lu the
state peuitentiary of Parson
Butler and his fellow-agitators.
But I am tjq much
of old time Distqry.
During these modern days
the glorious old county of Gwin
nett has mftdp fpf heiself a
name and fame well worthy of
the glorious account of her
early history.
Blie has giyeu birth to some
of the grandest men that have
ever added ltistrue to the state
oy their brilliant careers.
She is today one of tbo fore
most counties in th« mi4*couu
try, and her faiqe increases as
her years gccumulute.
The voice of the mule is heard
m the land, and sweeter than
the sound of running brooks
and tlowiug water is that melo
dy to me.
THIS VETERTNB DAY.
Ten thousand people liued
the streets of Lawrenceville tb
dsy. This being Veterans’ day
all the old soldiers from this
and surrounding counties gath
ered. There was great disap
pointment that Gordon was un
able to be here.
At 9 o’clock the school chil
dren marched through the
■treats, presenting an imposing
LAWRENCEVILLE, GEORG’A, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 26th 1897.
1 appearance; They were led by
iProfessor J. A. Bagwell and his
(assistants.
f Gwinnett's fire agricultural
display and the display of hogs,
cattle and horsed surpass any
thing usually seen at county
j fairs. One pen of hogs aver
j ages over nine hundred pounds.
Speaking began at 11 o'clock
,'ind the appearance of Hon.
• Tyler M. Peeples, president of
the Gwinnett County Veterans
Association, and of Bill Smith
of Gwinnett, vice president of
the same organization, was
greeted with tremendous ap
plause. Hon Allen D. Candler,
of the ‘Bloody Ninth,* made
one of his characteristic speech
es, and what he said was char
acteristic of the O’d Man Elo
quent, who eccupies such a
tiigh place in the esteem of his
fellow citizens, aside from all
politioal proclivities.
Mr. Frank Gordon o f DeKalb
followed Col. Candler, and his
addrees was fervid with all th
eloquence of which he is a mas
ter. He began with one or two
stories and touched on the edu
cation of southern youth, de
claring that common school
histories do not give justice to
the south. His speech was en
thusiastically received,
FOLSOM SPEAKS.
Montgomery M. Folsom was
(iext introduced and delivered
m address that was a fitting
lesert to the substantial facts
furnished by Mr. Gordon. Hon
Tyler Peeples then announced
that General Evans would ad
drass the crowd in the afternoon
and the meeting adjourned for
dinner.
THE SECRET OF PLEASING
A SWEETHEART.
The conduct of an acknowl
edged lover should he strictly
regulated by manly sense, com
bined with the tender deference
in his bearing towards the lady
who has accepted him, as shall
at once reveal the nature of
their intimacy, and make her
feel honored by the love she
has inspired, without rendering
her conspicuous by attentions,
sometimes so ill-timed and
fussy as to create disgust in her
and ridicule iu those around.
He should oupsult her wishes,
hey ta«tes, her inclinations,
and her principles on all occa
sions and gratify them when iu
his power, with graceful readi
ness. He must be punctual to
every engagement, however
trivial it may be. Stuuld un
forseeu cireumssances occur to
prevent the promised attend
ance, an immediate intimation
of the hinderance must be sent,
to account for absence or delay,
the truth of which will bear in
vestigation. Theyo is also a
homage mqre de-gr to woman
than anything else iu the world.
It is the homage of the eye,
that rest* upon her with love
and admiration iu its gaze, felt
msre than seen by her, yet
looked for with a shy, though
confiding certainty of rpspouse
to h«r diffident appeal, that
sinks dee]> into her heart and
wins its love more than she
wots of.
Words of endearment, ’“whisr
pored soft and low,” caressing
words, uttered iu good season
arid with good taste, have like
wise wonderoqs power; this re
strained but passionate tender
ness fall* sweetly on her ear
and woeg her to listen, when
open, undisguised utteutious
would repel,
Addison observes, but with
what truth wo are not prepared
to say, tb#t "men who cherish
for woman the highest respect
are seldom the most popular
with the sex. Mon of great
assurance, whose tqqgma »re
lightly hqug, wb'f n <ake word*
supply the place of ideas, and
place compliment in thg mom
of sentiment, are their favor
ites. A due respect for woman
leads to respectful action t°
ward them, and respect is mis
taken by them for neglect or
want of love.”
Mon critics *re not infallible,
and in the wurds just written
there is perhaps more pique
than justice; at the same time
we must admit that sentimeut
al lovers are not always the
best wooers,
A. W C.
Any fool oau make money,
but takes wisdom to knew how
to spond it well,
W hat if you have lost your
ring? Be thankful that you still
have your finger.
The wind has a great deal to
do with making the weather
vane.
W'here there’s a will there’s
usually a contestant-
items gathered
AROUND OUR TOWN.
Lawrenceville was named for
Gapt. Lawrence, who made
himself famous in the war of
I*ll*. The dying words of this
brave and noble^i.nicer were:
“Don’t give up I lie ship.”
Lawrenceville is steadily
moving forward Her citizens
are not afraid to invest their
money here, and new and spa
cious buildings are going up on
all sides.
The town council has passed
an ordinance | inhibiting the
sale of cider. The law will g<
into effect in a few days. As
you can’t any more cider, you
will have to “wet your whistles'
with somejother article. Red
pepper tea and “ging-sing bil
lers” will lie iu demand from
now on.
* «
*
No more cigarettes for tin
fellow who liasn - t reached his
majority and become one of the
sovereigns.
This is no doubt sad news to
the “kids” and the. “coons,”
who use the weed to excess.
The council only means to put
a stop to the "duck choking”
that goes on among the young
sters. Verily, the world do
move.
We suppose the kicking fra
ternity has members in al 1
quarters of t lie globe You see
a fellow go lo preaching and if
the preacher happens to get on
his toes, he comes out and de
nounces the man of God as a
hypocrite. Then if the preach
er hits the ‘ lie on Ins little
pet doctrine-, ne s vears by all
that’s goo 1 that lit* will never
hear him again.
Then there are other follows
who want to run everything ac
cording to their own narro"'
ideas. And if they can’t get
the school teacher they want
they proceed to tick out of har
ness, won’t patronize the school
and do everything they can,
(but thoy can’t, do much,) to
tear it down. Anything with
some peoplu to fuss about. We
heard a man ma';e this remark
recently: “If some people
were to go to heaven they would
raise a row about something be
fore they were up there a half
an hour.”
We don’t believe these sort
of jieople will ever walk the
streets of go’d or view the jas
per walls.
Who ever lieaid of a printing
establishment keeping for sale
tobgcco? A n gro woman,
whose face was ns black as the
ace of spades, walked into tire
Hkkai.d office the ether day and
asked: "Cjot «p,y 'baccu to
sell?”
Printers us a rule are con
sumers and tints 'Hers,
• V'
Ouo oft lie am f clever apd
congenial men you meet U P with
is Col. Oscnr Ilrown, a promi
nent attorney of this place.
When the Colonel started out
iu life he began by pulling the
bell-cord oyer mu|e pi
tins district, the pluce of hi*
birth-
He came to Lawrenceville in
1879 and attended school then
taught by thp (utv Pfo(. Km*
melt Mitphyll. Afterwards he
entered thq North Georgig Agri
cultural Qullpge a 1 buhlonegn.
He then came back to his native
heath and taught school at
Snellville fy«r foqr years, and
erected tho present school house
at that pluce.
Hooniuiug weary of teaching
arithmetic, giauimar, geogra
phy, history spil such thtuge
that are essential to the educa.
tion of young Anieric#, he
be came to Lawrenceville and
applied himself to the study of
law as is laid down iu the com
mentaries of Hir W\ Blackstone
and was admitted to the bar on
September the9th, 188(1. Since
that tune he lias lieen actively
engaged iu the legal practice
and stHiids high iu the profes
stou,
gI'KIBBLER.
The stronger the butter is iu
the tub the weaker it is in the
market.
■—- -
Kigali* Tabules. uas give* rails!.
FOLSOM SPEAKS
He Delivered An Address To
The Citizens At The Col
lege Auditorium Last
Thursday Night.
Mi ntgomery M. Folsom, the
original and unique character
who has charmed the whole
State with his pen. delivered a
most interesting lecture at the
college chapel last Thursday
night. After an introduction
of fun and wit, lie said, among
other things:
It was a sad commentary on
the public school system of the
Empire State of the South that
so little is known of the real
history of Georgia and such a
small modicum of one of tlie
most facinatmg stories of all
history is left out in our com
mon school text books.
Bill Arp’s Common School
History and “Stories of Geor
gia' 1 by Joel Chandler Harris
are now being used as text
books, both are good and the
objects aimed at by both the
authors are truly laudable.
But the timehas arrived when
every pupil ot every school, of
every city and every country
district in the State of Georgia
should knoiv why they pride
themselves upon the fact that
they are Georgians.
From the earliest history of
American colinizatio.i, Georgia
‘ook a leading part. Founded
by an imbecile tyrant, who au
thorized the organization of the
colony, it had the good fortune
to number among its promoters
some of the brightest men of
the time and men whoso eleva
tion did not defend ip nt the
succession of the dubitable line
of kings and queens, ora throne
that depended for tradition on
the legality of the occupants.
It is a fact, strange but au
thenticated, that the purest
English of thest days is spoken
iu the South and in the City of
Dublin.
English, as she is spoke,
would be misunderstood in
many of tho counties ot Great
Britain. The ()ueeii herself
will compreheud the phrase
“Spriechen se Deitch” quicker
than she would the plain old
Anglo-Saxon term “Do you
speak English?”
Even William, the Conquer
pr, spoke a mongrel dialect of
courtly French and rustic Nor
man, which would be unintelli
gible at the present day, but
which, strange to say, has been
handed down to us as pure En
glish.
That is the reason why there
are so many curious words and
phrases in our present language.
They have been distorted with
all sort of changes und transpo
sitions by one lexicographer af
ter another, until the simplest
terms in our ancient language
have become mere epithets ot
jest and reproach.
For instance the Englishman
says “Od’s blood” or “Od’s
bodikins” when he really means
God’s blood, or the body of
Christ, who is, according to all
sacred philosophies the repre
sentation of tfie vicarious atone
ment,
Not ir.nny years ugo I had oc
casion to use the word “drug”
in the old colloquial sense of
“dragged,” The story included
among tip other sentences,
“The wiuo rid river drug its
sluggish length through his
princely domains.”
It was but a short time before
I hud a letter from one of the
most hypercritical of New York
editor* asking me \f thut wgs a
common wceeptation "of the
word.
Curious to relate that was the j
tirst time that my attention hud
ever been directed to the un
usual use of the word. Since
that time 1 havo hud occasion
to use u great mauy expressions
that may bo found iu the works
us the old lexicographers, but
whioh are now considered obso
lete in our written language.
I have made this diversion
soy the sake of illustrating the
point which 1 now wish to im
press upon the hoy * *mt K* r l
whom it is Uiy privilege to ud
press.
From the beginning of our
history up the pfcsiit date we
have b#eu a conservative and
independent people. George,
of Hanover, inner dreamed in
his wildest vagaries that the
Colony founded by Sir Janies
Oglethorpe, to winch be granted
a royal charter, would become
one of foundation stones of the
American I'njon,
1 will only touch upon the!
liven und character* of some of
the great Georgians wlm have
distinguished themselves in tin
history of the ropuhlio utiil
whose names should tuko rank
with a chevalier Hsyurd, of
Loili* the XIII., and of Michael
N'ey und with Murat, of tin
white plutue, of the a#-- of Na
poleon.
It in unnecessary t state that
two of the grandest character*
of the early history of Georgia
were Lyumu Hall und George
Walton.
Hut 1 want you bey* and girl*
to know that there wus a grand
triumvirate among those sign
ers, the last hut not the least
t of whom was the political pu-
Iron saint of this grand old
ccunty of Gwinnett. He was a
a man of humble fortune, an
attachee of the household of
Sir Patrick Houston, who ob
tained the King’s patent of the
island of Ossabaw, Gwinnett
was a young man ardently at
tached to the cause of the crown
and king when the first troub'es
began brewing between the col
onies and King George, and
when William Pitt was doing
all that he could to support the
cause of the colonies, Button
Gwinuett, or rather “Bulton”
Gwinnett, was an ardent sup
porter of Pitt. It required all
of the logic and eloquence of
Lyman Hall to change the views
Of Gwinnett, and the result was
that he became an adherent of
the cause of the oppressed
Americans ami was named as
one of t lie delegates to the pro
visional congress which latified
the Declaration of Independ
ence.
Because of his poor hand
writing the name appears on the
original Declaration as “Button
Gwinnett.’ History has little
to say of this man and still a
brief epitome of his life should
be an inspiration to every boy
in Georgia.
From a very humble position
in the household of an aristo
crat ho advanced himself to his
patriotic principles to the posi
tion of a member of the provis
ional conference of parishes of
Georgia, of which he was elec
ted president, was sent as a del
egate to Philadelphia, signed
the Declaration of lndepend
Slice ana became one of tho im
mortals, returned to Georgia
and was one of the early Gov
ernors; fought a duel with Lrch
lan Mclntosh, because of his
independent views, and died ten
days after the affray as one of
the first martyrs of American
Independence, and all within
the space of twelve months.
It is unnecessary to speak of
the other patriots who have
from time to time upheld the
principles inscribed on our glo
rious Constitution, ‘Wisdom,
Justice and Moderation. 1
But I want, to toll you that
the name of your town is sug
gestive of one of the bravest
and noblest characters in Amer
ican history. This old town
was named away back in 1821.
when the memories of American
prowess were still fresh in the
minds of the old Georgians.
Old uncle William Maltbie,
who was a son-in-law of Elisha
Winn, who bought the county
of Gwinnett, the land lot on
which the town of Lawrence
ville is located, named it after
that glorious fighter, Commo
dore Lawrence,whose last words
as he lay wounded on the deck
of his vessel, were “Don’t give
up the ship!”
.So deeply instilled in the
hearts of those old founders of
of your goodly town, were the
principles of patriotism that
they named the four streets
under the direction of Father
Maltbie, ‘Berry’ after Commo
dore Berry, ‘Bike,’ alter Zelni
lon Montgomery Bike, ‘Cro
glian’ after Major Croghau, the
brave defender of Fort ste- i
plieuson on the Canadian fron
tier, nnd ’Clayton’ after Judge
Clqytou, one of the oldest and
most distinguished jurists of
the Stute ut that time,
Taking all the*) things into
consideration every boy in Gwin
nett county should feel an hon
orable pride, first, in the fact
that he js an American citizen
and a native of the Empire
State of the South; and second
that lie is a Georgian, with all
the noblest gifts that song unit
story cotild possibly bequeath
to a descendant of a race of
men who, were greater than
kings, and who during the
course of their honorable ea
reers conquered the conquerors.
WOMAN PROPOSES.
The day had hoeu very hot
and through the middle of it
the men, halt stripped, had
lain around the quarters curs
ing the room orderly because
the supply of iced water had
run out, and it was sultry even
at dusk.
Tin, sergeant hud changed his
uniform for a suit of stable
clothes, in the tuiute of cool
ness, and was lying mt on the
grass in front of the quurters.
smoking and listening to the
regimental band pluying in the
centre of the parade ground.
In the beginning the band
had struck up a “clog” and
had been noisily applauded by
< howls and whistles and stamp
: ing of feet from the enlisted
men, and by cl ipping of hands
from the officers’ line. Then
ihe German in the hand leader
peeped out and made him give
a selection from Wagner, ami
growls and uncomplimentary
remarks ran along the enlist
ied men’s porches. However,
ut the end of it a select party
of the rank in front of the ma
jor’s house, who knew good
music when they heard it, clap
iped iu applause, and the file,
1.00 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE
coming to the conclusion that,
after all, there must have been
something good in what they
had misnamed a series of badly
executed catcalls, joined in the
applause enthusiastically;
whereupon the fat, square old
band leader bad delightfully
made the band play the piece
over again, and there had been
no applause after the second
rendering of Wagnes—only un
dertone observations.
The hack drove past, but the
sergeant was dreamily watching
the lights on the band stand
twinkling through the trees
and did not turn his head
Hacks often drove up to the
barracks, especially after ‘taps,’
though generally then they
stopped behind tho quarters,
and bands of more or less riot
ous soldiery got out of them.
But this hack drove up oppo
site the orderly room door, and
drew up there, and a lady got
out of it- The sergeant heard
her voice as she inquired:
“Ts Sergeant Robert Brown
in this troop ?” and he jumped
to his feet with an oath, and
stood leaning against a tree,
biting at the stem of his pipe
savagely. Then the voice again:
“Thanks. I will not trouble
you. Over there ?” and she
came toward him.
So fur as the woman wns con
cerned there was only ono en
listed man in the United States
Army; so far as the sergeant
was concerned there was only
one woman coming. Her hands
were outstretched, but he put
his behind his back.
“Madge Vanness,” he said,
bitterly, “cannot a man rest
quietly in his grave ?”
“Jack Trevor, 1 ’ she began.
And old Stokes, the trumpet
er, from a point of vantage on
the upper porch, growled
"There! Ain’t I bin tell in’ ye
all ’long? I know’d his name
wasn’t Brown. He’s one o’
them bloated English a risto
crats.”
“Jack Trevor,” went on the
woman, “1 want proof that you
aro a dead mau,”
The sergeant laughed.
“Broof ? You can find my
epitaph written in unpaid bills
over the face of half a dozen
counties. Isn’t that enough ?’
“Don’t be a fool,” said the
woman, curtly. “Granted you
are dead, and you are not, why
don’t you resurrect yourself,
why don’t you work ?”
“Work? lam working. I’m
drilling recruits,and that’s hard
enough. It’s no good, Madge,’
obstinately, “You had better
have stayed away. I’m happy
enough.’
The woman Hushed danger
ously.
“John Trevor, 1 have come
5000 miles, all alone, to find
you, and you tell me you are
happy, and that I had better
not have cornel’
‘Well,’ bitterly, “what would
you have me to say ? Ask you
to mafry me ?’
‘Yes,’ frankly.
The sergeant laughed agaiu.
‘Lord, 1 can imagine it. The
dishonorable sergeant, and the
Honorable Mrs. Brown—’
‘Bother the Honorable!’ said
the woman.
‘Carried on troop returns and
drawing their monthly rations,
one pound of bread ja r day,
one pound of fresh meat, in
cluding bone, don’t forget the
bone, an ounce and a fraction
of coffee, etc., etc,, and living
in a tumble-down wooden hovel,
and you taking in the troop
washing ut a dollar and a half
a month per man, und linking
pics, which 1 should peddle to
the men in quarters on credit
until pay day. Oh, the pros
peet is fine. And once a week
you will wear your Sunday
clothes, a night man* of a bon
net and ti tight, shiny Idack
dress with tremendous sleeves,
and go to church. Don’t you
like the picture V sneeringly.
"Of course, you’d be very hap
py, and 1 should be very con
tented. It goes without saying.
No. I don’t think you’ve
thought much about the bar
gain, or you wouldn’t make
this offer.’
‘John Trevor,’ she said, ‘since
l left Now York 1 have not al
lowed myself to sleep because
of thinking of this thing. Now
you tell me I haven’t thought
of it!’
The sergeant smiled grimly.
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lutely closing his eyes to keep
from thinking.
Then the woman, pieadingly:
“.Jack, you know this thing
would not be as you say. We
should not have to stay here.
I have something, if you have
not.’
‘Yes, that would be bettor
still. I’m the class of man
that should marry an heiress;
without a penny, without even
a character.’
‘When God placed you in the
world, dear,’ said the woman,
gently, ‘H.. gave a strong man’s
heritage, health and strength
and the whole world to live in.
Won’t you come ? Let us go
away together somewhere and
make a home.’
The sergeant shook his head
sorrowfully.
‘No, Madge,’ he said, ‘I won’t
do it, for your sake, not for
mine. If I worked my fingers
to tho bone, could I ever pay
those men I ran away from
when the Grey broke Ins neck
and my fortune at that water
jump ?’
The woman'smiled to herself
in the darkness.
‘Jack, didn’t you ever hear
how much your horses brought
when they were sold ?’
‘No, I’ve heard nothing, seen
no man, seen nothing, not even
a line, as to the old life. Let’s
see, there were ten of them,
without the Grey. I’robably
they made five thousand dol
lars.’
The smile was still on the
woman’s lips.
‘Yes,’ she said quietly, ‘five
ehousand each. And they paid
all your debts. You owe uo
man anything, ’
‘Five thousand dollars each I’
the sergeant gasped. ‘What
fool bought them ?’
‘I bought them. I sent Walt
ers, the horse dealer, up to the
sale with orders to start the
bidding of each at five thousand
dollars. It nearly spoiled Wal
ter’s reputation, but it saved
yours. So now, you see,’ un
steadily, ‘l’m not such an heir
ess after all.’
She had stepped back into
the light of the only lamp on
the company parade and taken
her hat off.
‘Come, Jack,’ softly; ‘yes,
dear, come.’
She was holding out her hauds
again and the light showed
the tears in her eyes. The
band was playing “In Old Mad
rid.”
Longingly through the dusk
came the music to the liues:
Come, my love, the stars are
shining,
Time is flying, love is sighiug;
Come, for thee a heart is pining,
Here alone 1 wait for thee.
The sergeant turned and
shouted ever to the first serge
ant, and his voice was joyous:
“Say, Sandeis, can you put
me on check pass ?’
Overhead old Stokes was say
ing:
“I tell ye, that woman’s ei
full uv tricks cz a dog’s full uv
ileas. Did ye see her step back
in the light an’take her hat off
an’ show she was cryin’ ? That
wiu nothin’ but a gran’ stan*
play. Nothin’. She knowed
it ’ml fetch him, an’ it did.’ —
F. K. Clayton, in the Lotus,
New Orleans, Jan. 12, 1887.
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