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THE WEEKLY CONSTITUTION - . ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY DECEMBER 29 I8S5-—SIXTEEN PAGES., 15 LYDDYi BY THEODORE BARTLETT. Copyrighted 18©, "by H. 8. McClure. * My frieud, wo will not inquire about her past life; Joe Coble did not, and ho married her, «o w hy need We? Her laces were bought for a few cents a yard, and her silks carno from au . old clothes shop, but for what purpose she wore ' her little fineries, or how she paid for them, wre will not question. You and I passed her with averted eyes. Not so, innocent Joe Coble, He found that Lydia had a heart, and he lifted a hat to it, an imaginary hat; ho seldom re moved his own. Later ou ho found ho loved her, and, in a blunt Way, of course—a rough man like Joe cannot make love in the refined way you and I can—he told her so. “Eft bedn’t lien fur you, Lyddy (really I can’t help callin’ ye familiar-liko), eft hedu’ Leu fur you, these yer threo.days't I’ve parsed *t Frisco wouldn’t hev ben nowhere ter me— cepfc fur the sights.” He took her hand awkwardly in his, as though it were a piece of fragile lace, nud re garded it admiri ugly. He did not see the black and blue spots her sleeve covered. - "I live a kind o’ lonely life up in thecleariu* (it ain’t'all a clearin’, though I like ter call it so, for the sake of old CVliney), ’n somehow the scsberablc time 1'vo lied yer'smadeet stem lonelier’n ushtil. You see, when yo hauled me in out o’ the wet that night,’n asked *f I Wouldn’t corao in ’n wring myself out, 1 ho laughed, “’t seemed \s tho' I was mungst m’ eld nebbors down ter the corners. 'N then, afterwards, ye was so kind f n soshcrble!’ She Had bold, questioning eyes (you ' remem ber how defiantly they looked at us as she cn tcred the old clothes shop),hut they had lost all their defiance while he was talking, and even gathered a little moisture. "The clearing rether lonely,” ho contiuucd, after a pause; "tho Highest nebbor's five mile, ’a the railroad’s ten. But it’s right purty- right purty! Thcr’s th’ old mount’n back op us a loomin’ up, ’in tho valley lie fore us sweepin’ down, ’n not Air ofl’s th* ocean a peep in’ over the cliff. ’N all around ’s trees 't left standln’, ’n flowers *t : I planted ’th cm* own bauds: ’N yo ken sec all this from tho v’ran dy.. Oh, its purty, Lyddy, right purty! But,’’ after a pause, *‘ct docs seem lonely now, does seem lonely.” A more experienced observer would havo noticed a strange little drop making a wet roadway down Lydia’s check, "Ter tell the truth, Lyddy, I’vo begun to think thet—thetl couldn’t go back without ye, ’n thet’s tho long ’n’ short o’t.” Sbo with drew her handjand coughed. "O’ course,” rub bing his chin nervously, "this sounds a little forrard, ’n bold t’ a lady like you, Lyddy, V I knowhow attractive the city is;butl could n’I help askin’ $0. ’N’ ro’Tly ye might liko tho clearin’ better 'n’ yo think* * ■ • ° But I wish ye would speak, Lyddy; efs kind o’ not- tlin* not to hear no answer.” Ho looked up. Slio was sobbing. You remember, my friend, the night wo passed that rather tall, round-shouldered fel low at the ferry buying tickets for a way sta tion up the coast (the night we triod to beat the company out of a pass), and you remomber when he bowed to mo how sweet his bluo $yes were in spite of the ticket agent’s insolence be cause or his two 'or three simple questions about tho time card. That was the night Lydia , disappeared and Joe Coble was married, b Poor Lydia! While Joe was talking to her so sweetly, she bad pictured to herself a happy little wife, breathing fresh air^nd singing under the trees, and picking red rotes, away up iu tho , "clearin’;” such a happy littlo wife with a roal lionjc-iiiiil a real husband! No moro wicked- P1MB)im<r%roublo, and heartburns, but a lifo of- ' unending bliss. And just before the hour camo a when she must bid Joe good-byo forever, she I Sr cm Id W lying there on tho green sod—of f course she would die in thegreensod, with the 7 bine sky above, and she would take his hand in her’s and .tell him all—all about nor past ^ life. And then, of course, aftfer abo . bad toon 1 good to him so very, very long, then ho would forgivo her—when ho kucw all. But sho ncedn’fe toll him navr, oh, no, not now! Uo couldn’t understand, and besides, ho didn’t know her well enough. Sho wasn’t afraid. No, indeed! Sho could tell him Just, as well as not, only—only—and theu Joo had looked up and found her sobbing. But, after the first joy of puro country air, and the green trees, and tho yellow and red flowers, that vague, trembling fear tho sobbing had smothered for a timo burst forth with ro* newod life; and all at onco everything scorned changed. Tho trees bent their heads together and whistled mysteriously, tho flowers that Joe had planted nodded this way and that, as if en gaged in tho most damning of silent gossip, and tho old house, a sliakf relic of days long past, answered her footfalls in echoes that made her look around with a shiver, and tread moro lightly. . "Joe,” she whispered in aflVight one even ing, "what’s that pointing at me?” They were walking under the trees, and sho stood quite rigid boforo a few low bushes. "Nothin’, Lyddy, nothin’,” Joe answered, and ho walked through and through tho bushes till she was quite satisfied. "Ain’t yo kind o’ nosbnnal, Lyddy? Mighty fow bear ’rouud yer,” Gradually sbe began to shun tho houso and the flowers aud the trees, and to wander further off, down to tho sharp cut in tho cliff, whero the trout brook ran into tho sea. Hero there were no trees to whisper about her and nobril liant flowers to assort their purity over her’s— nothing but tho abrupt cliff and the dark pool below. Aud tho little falls that plashed into tho pool did not mock and scorn her os tho trees and the flowers did. They talked to her as Joey talked, softly and soothingly. Oh! if sbo could but feel as calm and happy as the water seemed—if, perhaps, she could go to sleep down there in the deep pool—with Joey l And, after awhile, Joe always knew where to find Lydia when sho was not in tho house. It was always at tho Gate, as ho called it, be cause it opened luto the sea. Neither the tall pines nor the sunny garden seemed to hold Lydia. "Et’s party’t the Gate, ter he sure.” ho- said ono evening, "but tber’a other places ’s purticr. Seems ter me ye’re gettin’ morc’n moro tiosbn- wTquie^and peaceful-like, Joe,” au- swered Lydia, "I love to come here and—and —think.” Joe looked anxious. "I don’t believe think- in’s eo good far ye. Lyddy, ez gardnin or—egg buntin’. I’ve noticed lately that ye wasn’t so smart as nshul.” Ho sat down by her side. The tun was sink ing in tho sea, blushing as it disappeared, and the old mountains at their backs caught up its last glow and grew ruddy also. "When I think, Lyddy”—tenderly lifting a forlorn little spray of lace from her neck— "when I think how lonely th’ old place was, n then look't you ’n mo together yer, why et acema’a tho* I’d bin better done by than was right.” . , . *, Lydia thrdw her arms over her head and v swayed her Wbdy slights. \ "Joe,” she said, "I don’t like to hear you talk like that. Nobody has been good to you. Why do you keep saying so?” ■ "Ter be sums ter be sure,” he answered, hastily. Thet is, p'raps I'm a little over ra- tin’ ct.” lie remained silent for a minute. "I’m afraid, Lyddy, that thet's my fruit, over ratin’ things. When I begun to talk up the clearin’, I tho’t then tbet p’raps I was over doin’ it. Bnt ’tain’t preachia’ ’s brings things true; ct’s the allowin'.” Joe picked up a twig and broke it in pieces, trying to conceal a trembling of his hands. "I’m afraid, Lyddy,” he began again, "thet I hovn’t done right by ye. I talked up the clearin’high f n P'raps I misled ye. But sbo! don’t take on no” (she was crying), "dop’t take on so. fik sore’s ye liv't Tl be all right in time. Why, ye hevn’t seen the big tree nor the lighthouse Lydia, threw her arms about his bent shonW- cn. "Oh, it isn't that, Joe. I love this place, In my way, because—bemuse it it year’s, and She hesi ’Joey,” sbe said at length, gently releasing him, "when you asked me to. bo your wife, if you had knowu I was holding back from you something I should havo told you, would you—” "Why, Lyddy,” broke in Joe, Va littlo bold in’ back’s nothin’. Now, fur instance, when I preached up tho clearin’—” "Yes, yes, I know, but It was worse than that. I—I deceived you, Joo—just a littlo.’ She plucked nerviously at a fringe on lie drees. "Oh, didn’t amount *ter mithiu’, I reckop.’ Joo looked away reflectively. "Talkin’ about deceivin’, Lyddy, tlicr was onest a wopnn right yer’n this county, ’n she deceived a • ’Friscoman. ’Nonenight sho kem up ycr’n jumped int’ tho {tool—this very pool yer—so’s ter bo drouuded. "Oh. don’t, Joe; don’t!” moaned Lydia, cov ering her face with her hands. "Sbo! I was onlyinstnucin’, Lyddy. Why, sho was wicked you know—awAil wicked— jtm this woman.” Lydia withdrew her hAnds. "Joo if you thought I had deceived you bad like that would you—would you drown me?” Her faco was quite pale. "Drown ye?”—looking, up—"why, what’s the matter, Lyddy "Oh, I was joking.” She laughed dryly. "I—I wish yo wouldn’t joko that way.” "No, no, I won’t Joo, any more (plucking again at the fringe), but, speaking of this wo. man—perhaps her heart was good; sho may lmvo bad a fiftrd, cruel life. There are such women, Joe; perhaps you have met them (Joo shook his head) or—seen them somewhoro. I have. I have seen women deceived and* be trayed and abused. And this woman now, may- bo her life had l>cen mado hard and wicked for her-; sho might lmvo had a warm heart even if she did do—bad things.’’ Joe did not answer. Sho caught his arm. "Perhaps, Joe, this woman had been abused, ill-treated, you know; lmd black and bluo spots on her as—as I had once—beaten, beaten, Joe, by n cruel father!” Sho clutched him with both hands. "You never met my father? I didn’t want you to. 1 wanted to get away from him; and so I married you. I mean (convulsively), “1 loved you just the same, but I—I .wanted to get away. Don’t you sec ? You deceived yourself, you know,” (laughing). "You never asked mo nnytbing, and—and why didn’t you ? You might havo asked mo all about—all about it—all atont my—.” Sho cried herself into hysterics, aud Joe, noor frightened Joe, was unable to com fort her. But when .sho had became calm again and they stood there silent in tho clear light of the moon, she drew his head to her and softiy kissed him on his neck, on his coarse chin, and on his trembling lips. •* "Et takes time, J.yddy,” said Joe, tremu lously, "et takes time and a heap o’ sliowin’ tor make tbiugs come right.” part if. One sunny afternoon during tho rainy sea son’s January vacation a party of sportstnon, evidently from the city, pulled up before tho house and asked for water. Joo was sitting on tho veranda alone, smoking his pipe. Ho in vited them to the well and drew tho water himself. Tho members of tho party wore rather coarse appearing men, perhaps from tho barroom, but they boro themselves with a quiet, good natured enjoyment of everything that won Joe’s heart. T don’t sec much o'city folks,” said Joe, as they finished drinking, " ’n* I liko ter hovyo set yer Air awhile, cfvo like. I hovn’t but the edge o’ the v’randy *n the grass ter offer yfl (o’ course yc’ liko ter set’n tho sun) but make yerselvcs ’s comfortablo ’s yo ken. From ’Frisco, I s’posc? Was down’t tho rity myself nigh a month passed.” "Why, old boy,” spoke up ono of the party, "that’s so; how d’ye do ?” Joe look at the stranger curiously. In spite of a low forehead and a certain hard cast to Bis faco ho was a handsome fellow and carried himself with a careless, jaunty swing. "Well, I swears” said Joe, "you beat mo. I can’t placo yc.” "My name is Howard. I met yoif going into Lyddy’s^^You ^ re member. J^yddy?’’—with a 'J should say I did—should say I did. Now sit down yet! all o’yo. Seems to me I do recol lect sccin’ yo oncst Air a mininit. Name’s Howard:'n'yc know Lyddy!” . “Who's Lyddy?” inquired ono of the party. “Lyddy?” Howard tossed his head. "On, Lyddy was a gay girl!” "So she was,” put in Joe. "Expect wo never knew her,” said nnothor. "No, J think uot, Sho was iny—” Howard smiled significantly. "Oh.” His fricuds tumod away indifferent ly. Joo relighted his pipe and sat down bosldo Howard on tho steps. Tlio rest threw them selves carelessly on tho grass, laughing and joking with ono another. "Yo must a been kind o* soft on Lyddy,” Joo obsoned, pufllng. Howard laughed, "Oh, well, if you call It that. But sho gave me tho slip, all tho sumo.” "I s’posc, Mr T Ioward”—after a pause, re- oving tho pipo tom his mouth—"I s’poso yo wouldn’t kcer te» meet Lyddy Jest now.” "I should say I would,” ho answered. Joe turned around. "Lyddy!” ho called, softly. There was tho sudden rustlo of a dress with in tho houso. Howard stnrted. "I thought I’d s’priscf’ said Joe, his faco beaming. You don’t mean to say.” whispered Howard, creduously, "that Lydia is hero—with you.” Joo nodded his head slowly with mingled pride and embarrassment. Howard laughed through his teeth a disagreeable, grating laugh. Joo colored. "Seems humorous, does It? flo’t it did ter mo’tut first: reoly, I couldn’t rcnlizo et moro’ii you—seen a gel’s Liddy, But ’tis so, Liddy’s my wife.” Howard ceased laughing. "What, married to you!” ho exclaimed, in a loud voico. The others looked up. Joe’s free was hot. "I suppose marriage is one of your d—d high notions,” lie added, contemptuously. "How! Noshuns! Whatd’yomean?” Howard looked amazed. "Is It possfblo that you don’t know—” lie bent forward and whispered in Joe’s car. "Hey? What d’ye say?” Joo smiled, with an effort, an though tho point of an intended . okc had escaped him. Then the meaning of Howard’s words hurst upon him. IIo sprang ‘ his feet. “D—n yc, yclie!” ho cried, striking the man blow in the face. Howard, staggering to his feet, pulled out a revolver, but bis companions, who had rushed forward, seized his arm and held him fast. His eyes were ablaze. "Curse you!” he hissed, "you’ll be sorry for this!” Joo hesitated. Perhaps he hod boon hasty. There was no mistaking tho man’s words, but, then, possibly he was not in earnest. "I—I’m rether blunt, mebby, but ye was lyin’—jokin’, I would ray—wasn t ye?’ r rould ray—wasn’t ye?” ‘Not by a d—d sight!” cried Howard. "I told the truth. Why not ask Lyddy? ‘Scch a gel’s Lyddy,’ you know, she’d tell you.” There wag the sound of a step within the bed-room; Lydia must have hoard it. Joe’s fingers twitched. How ho would liko to throt tle this fellow, and yet might it not bo true? There rushed through hia mind what Lydia had said that night by the gate. Then she had tried to tell him—but her heart had failed. Poor Lydia, had she not enfterad day by day in silence and alone ? Had she not been abused —great God—outraged! by—by thiawreteh? Joe clenched hia bands. "Look ye 1 Lyddy may hev been bad, et ye call ’t so, but she was true t’ ye. I’ll swear that; 'n was ye true to Lyddy? By law.sho wan’t yourn, yet sho gave ye her hull trust. Think ye! was ye faithful to’t? afore God!” Joo stood there, his hard-worked shoulders almost straight, in his simple dignity. Tho members of the little group surrounding How ard stood silent and expectant. Howard shtugged his shoulders. "Ob, well, I don’t claim to be an angel. When a woman makes a fool of herself—” _ .... Joo took a step forward. His whole body There’s times when the Lord Hisself ’ll smile on a woman’s sin; ’n when 'nspite Irate, r n sufferin’ ’n down troddm’ a cal ’ll elingtoaman till the last straw's throwed on, mweftfaera ain't no vantage I'll dropdown n’ wbrsliip her! ’N you—you that camo yer 1 sneer about’t !” Joe pointed to tho road—"Go!” Howard’s companions pressed around and forced him away. "My regards to Lyddy!” ho called. "My re gards to Lyddy, ami—” Some ono silenced him. Joe stood there till the party was out’of sight and then slowly entered tho house. Ho stepped to the bed room door; it was ajar; ho thought lie Heard a movement within. "L3*ddy!” ho called softly. No answer. "Lyddy, bo you thov?” Still no answer. Ho pushed the door open Lydia was uot there. A window sliadeVushed by tho breeze was the movement ho had heard. He looked about tho room. The bed showed an impress as though Lydia had knelt there, and a mat by its side was half upturned. On the bureau, lying in a pool of its own making, • was a wet pen hastily thrown down. It lay by a sheet of note paper, aud on the paper was written: "Good, kind Joe. Good-byo.” That was all. Below lay tho littlo gold wedding ring Joo had given her. Ho took m> the ring in a dazed way. Tho truth flashed upon him. "Oh. God—God!” he groaued; "sfio feared me, ’n's gono back ter him!” Ho threw himself down by the bed, and the ring, slipping from liis fingers, bounded, with a faint tinkle, across tho floor. • Tho breezo was yet stirring when Joo loft tho house. Ho bored his head to it and walk ed away lu feverish haste. The houso was stifling, aud so dreadfully still! Ho camo to tho edge of tho cliff. Here, whero Lydia and he had sat and talked so often; hero, where Lydia had so loved to think, ho knelt down and looked earnestly into tho dark waters- the peaceful dark waters! "Poor Lyddy! poor Lyddy!” ho murmured covering his faco with his rough hands, whilo tears, breaking through, ono by ouo, fell to tho. ground. Onco in a while, above tho plashing .of the falls, there aroso a moaning sound, the evening cry of some bird, perhaps, oh, so sad and lonely, so much liko a cry from his heart. Ho Icaued far over and listened. "It is the woman!” ho whispered. "She’s cornin’ out tonight ’n she’s callin’ for me. God! I sec her face, but it’s on tho rocks ’n—” "Lyddy! Lyddy!” ho shouted In agony. He stnrted up, looked around, aud ran wild ly to tho old ford half way back to tho house. Then, springing over rocks and slipping over wet stoucs, ho rushed down tho canyon, splash ing the water right aud left. "Lyddy! Lyddy! I’m cornin’!” ho shouted again and again. Nearer and nearer camo his call, and at last, hot and pantiug, Joo threw himsolf by her side. Ho took her in his arms. "Don’t! don’t, Joel” .sho cried in pain. "Don’t move me!” Aud lie laid her down again, away from tho rocks, on a clear placo in tho sand. "I think,” sho whispored—"I think it’smost over.” "Oh, Lyddy, don’t say that! I’ll git hclp’rt —but sbo whispered to him moro faintly, nud ho had to kelp still and listen. "It’s no use; 1 feel It. Stay by me!” Ho took oft’ his coat and, rollinglt intoa pil low, placed it under her head.* As lie did so he laid his hot cheek, wet with tears, on hers. Sho looked up with pleading eyes. . "I was going to jump into tho pool; didn’t—I fell.” Joe covered liis eyes with his hands. His throat seemed dosed. "Joey”—weakly—"Howard told yon all and you cannot forgivo mo. You donotlovomo now.” "God, do you s’poso I could stop lovin’ yon, Lyddy?” A faint flush camo Into her cheeks. "Ho told you all. and you still lovo me? Ob, put my arms about you, Jocyl” Ho tenderly took hor arnis nud drew thorn around his neck. A groat sob shook his "And yon did lovo mo all along, Lyddy?” With tho littlo strength that was left In her arms, perhaps tho very weight of them, sho dre w his head to her and hold him closo. "Joey,” sho murmured, “uoxt to the groat* God above, that perhaps I’ll meet—next to Him, Joey—I lovo you 1” And with her faco closo to hfa shq Wliis- ( jicred: ‘•That night—that you first said—you loved me—Howard wanted—me to get—your moiioy —I wouldn't—and lio—ho boat me!” Joe raised his head. Sho opened her eyes and looked at him. "Ob, Joey—1’insoglnd—I didn’t fall—into the—pool—and—drown!” Her arms fell from his neck, lie took ono floor hand, white and limp, ami pressed It to his wet check. For a moment their lips met, and then her eyes, tender *and moist with a last happiness, were fixed on tlio bluo sky above. And tlio little falls in soft splashes whisper ed to tho nassiug breezo, and tho passing breeze caught up a fluttering soul and bore it away. And away off above tho clouds—whero you and I have no judgment, my friend—it w as decided whether this soul was so very, very black. A NOVEL SIGHT. THE PRESS. ARP WRITES A LETTER ABOUT Bow Psptre Manage to Produce Biographies of Emi nent Uen lia Such a snort Time After Death —BUlli Sympathy for the Moonshiners -Other Topics Discussed by Arp. Great things, notable things, concorn nation, and agitato it from center to circum fcrenco. The press is alivo to them nud oh tho wild hunt for them. Tho press exaggerates them and makes them of moro consoquonco than they deserve. But still it is well to keep the public posted, for ^hey learn moro nowa days through tho press than at school. All that schools and colleges do now is to make the boys capable of learning from tho prom. If a notablo man dies his biography comes out next day in tho press and everybody knows all about him in a fow hours. It took Plutarch a long time to writo tho his* tory of a man, but these newspapers write it and write it well before he dies and keep it hid away and waiting. They bad Grant’s ready and Ben IIill’s and Alek Stephens’s •ndToombe’s and every other great man whoso death was imminent. They file them away in the "obit tisrv pigeon hole.” Sometimes tho famous In valid gets well and they have to.wait on him— reluctantly wait. They havo boon waiting on Mr. Tildcn a, good while, but they have got him—got him down fine, all except his Jlast letter to Mr. Randall, but Mr. Tildcn won’t die. I had a letter tho other day from a New York journalist, and he Mid they kept on hand an unfinished biography of every great man who was llkolyto die, but they could not provide against sudden and un expected deaths, and consequently had to got up and go to work lively on such events as the death of Mr. Hendricks and Vanderbilt. Well, there are a big lot of us they don’t havo to worry about. A big lot who got a mere men tion among tho dead heads, and a bigger lot who get no montfon at all, but who are ns loved and as lost as the greatest in the nation. A man’s own nro the biggest iu tho uation to him; the family is the kingdom at last. I was thinking how insignificant were all earthly things to{me now that 1 have n dear old mother COO miles away on her lost bod and waiting and longing for mo to como to receive hor blessings, and hero I am waiting aud watchlni tlio vital spark that still lingers in her gram child, a boy sho loved and who now seems likely to greet her on tho other side. But wo Took on tho bright sido still, though it is hard to See it. Like the Hobrew captivos we are ready to exclaim, "How can we sing tho Lord’s song in astrango land!” Notable things are happening every day that have no record, and they rem ind me of tho monument that was built and dedicated to tho unknown and un recorded dead. That was good, wasn’t it ? II I had a million and desired to show tho ro* spcct that I havo for tho best heroes of a nation, 1 w ould spend half of it on a monument to tho humble and industrious poor. Tho poor who till tho farms and labor in tho workshops and fight their country’s battles without substitutes or bomb proof places. The poor who lire and die and make no sign. The poor who toil to koep tho rich in comfort. Rowland bad but ono room and a back shed. It was a log house without a window, hut he never complained. My wIfo was sorry for Rowland because ho didn’t com plain, and sho asked mo to build another room and I did and put a glass window in it and Mrs. Rowland w»a happy—very happy, Not long after this her sister died ofid left a little new 1>orn child, and Mrs, Rowland took it aud added ono more to her little flock of five: and still sho was happy. In a fow weeks Rowland’s father, a very old and feeble man,was stricken with Paralysis and Rowland brought him and installed him in tho new room and cares for him and lifts him about and is tender and kind and Rowland is chcorAil and happy. "You havo another trouble, and c—ns good ns ho was able, an& It was no frdship Air me to wait on him now.” Why, audcrbilt wouldn’t have dona as much for e old commodore as Rowland is doing for his father. lie would have hired It done, but ho wouldn't havo dono it himself. Tho rich know nothing of tho sacrifices of tho poow and not knowing they do not care. Why. Vanderbilt could ’bnvo made ono hundred thousand fami lies happy. Just think of It, whdt ho might have done. Well, I was thinking about notablo events tjint’l read of in your paper away down here in Florida. They nro a littlo old when tho get here, but theyaro Just os good as now t° I sometimes think I would bo as well On a hill covered with pino trees, near the mil read depot, at Charlotte, N. C\, three or four hundred negroes have bocn congregated for two weeks, waiting for emigrant agents to furnish them with transpoitation to tho west. Tho sight is a novel one in every respect. Tboro is not a camp on tho hill, and tho darkies lay in the pine thicket subjoct to every change in tho weather. They forage upon the surrounding country for fire wood, and all night and tho greater portion of every day largo camp fires are kept burning. Many of tho men in the party have their families with them, and children of every size are scat tered over tho ground. At night the negroes huddle about tho fires and put in their sleeping hours, keeping themselves warm. Half or them are without monoy or any thing to cat, and this is tho condition of things about tlio camp. HOW THEY COME THERE. Some weeks since Charley Walker, Fred Bush and other jiassctiger agents of Atlanta received orders from planters at n dlstsnco to get up a mini tor of farming hands. Three passenger agents sent out their never-failing circulars and tho North Carolina negroes came to Charlotte iu swarms. Those who had noth ing took the road for Charlotte without a mo ment's delay, and those who had property sold it at uny cost and hurried to (.'liurlotte, whero they expected to tako tho traiu for the promised land. It seems that whilo the negroes were being gotten up all passen ger rates were restored, and along with the restoration came an increase in emigrant rates of stout a cent a mile. This action upon the part of the railroads caused tho planters to temporarily, at least, reconsider what they had done, and the money to pay for the trans portation of the negroes has been slow in coming to the front. It is thought that the money will to furnished in a day or two, as the situation is now thoroughly understood by tho planters and they have ascertained that tho increased rate will be strictly adhered to. Charley Walker was in Charlotte a day or two •go, giving the negroes words of encourage ment. The negroes who had homes can’t re- tuin to them m they have broken up aud sold everything, while the others never bad any homes and want to leave North Carolina and to go to some other state just for a change. Yesterday seventy-five emigrants, belonging to the Charlotte party, reached Atlanta on their way to Texas aud Louisans. Remember that Allcock's ore tho only* genuine Forous Plasters. They act quickly and with certainty, and can be worn for weeks without causing pain or inconvenience. They are Invaluable in cases of spinsl weakness, kid ney and pulmonary difficulties, malaria, ague cake, liver complaint, dyspepsia, strains, rheu matism, sciatica and nervous debility. Other plasters blister and inflame the skin so that the pores are cloeed and often cause serious injury. Do not risk health and waste time and money by buying inferior articles made to sell on the reputation of the genuine. When purchasing plasters ask far and see that you get Alkock’s the registered trade-mark stamp. who are st ill voting for General Jackson, and nro happy. I know that there are peoplo up in Pickens, who believed that the election of Mr. Cleveland meant tho repeal of tho rovenuo laws and the free privilege of making whisky. They pass my house on their way to market and somo of them have stopped and asked rao about it. They bring down apples and cab bages and generally a little keg of "sorghum” hid away somewhere—apple sorghum or peach sorghum or corn sorghum. Csptaiu Nelms can’t stop that business. Ho can limit it, but ho can’t unnihilato It. IIo may break up ono set of stills, bnt another set will worm upsomewhero. The boys say their fathers made it in the old times before the war end they rant scewh’y they shouldn’t especially since the radicals are out of office. They liko the very peril of It. Bough adven turous poople are fond of peril. Peril makes a school toy steal apples and play "seven up” in a gully. There Is » charm about peril. It made 8am Patch Jump the falls of Trenton and Montmorcnco and made that fellow Jump from tho Brooklyn bridge and Blondin to walk a repo suspended across Niagara, and By ron to swim the Hellespont. It is peril that inspires the smugglers on tho coast who for a hundred years havo been plying tbeir business in defiance of law and govern ment. They are caught and punished and muny sacrifice their lives, but still they keep on—fathers and sons and grandsons, and they keep on banding it down. There is something to admire la this defiance of government—this dark night work of one utn against a nation. Who ever read n story about smugglers and did not take the smuggler’s side? And jntt so it is now about the moonshiners. The sympa thy of the people is with them. Captain Nelnn may hunt them down and arresttbem^nd Judge McCay may fine and lecture and Imprison, but tho involuntary sympathy of the people is with them. Not because they are doing right in makiug whin) 1 * * tbo government b/Kiinihino; but the f the license and al , ms to ho moonshine or none. It is a rich man’s war and a poor mau’s fight. It is the power of a great and mighty government against a poor devil without money aud with out friends. Jt Is the United States marshal with bis well-armed troop of deputies hunting down a wan, not for murder or arson, or any crime named fn the deealoguo; not for making whisky or lirsndy but really for M ing too poor to pay for the privilege. Mr. Kclk-tt or Captain Kcllett (they are all non- tom missioned captains, I believe) was a good officer I suppose, but it seems that he put a bullet In McCoy tenyeart ago when it was all right for revenue officers to scatter their balls around, and it seems that McCoy hsa a good memory. We don’t know whether Kellett had right to shoot McCoy then not, but we do know that many of those "captain*” were more lawless than the outlaws they were pursuing. They trifled with human lffr ts If it were a dog’s. They loved blackmail and extortion. One of the best citizens of Floyd county, a nun who had been sent by his people to represent them in the legislature, was arrested and car ried to Atlanta and fined five hundred dollars for a trifling violation of the revenue laws. He bad procured a license to nuke brandy from bis own peaches, but left some little thing un done, ana he told me that his maltreatment bad made him hate and despise his govern- Bat there is five-hundred dollars reward for McCoy and a detective force that will hunt him down, I reckon. He had no friends where he was shot ton years agn, but he has carried the bullet it sceuiiT. Well, 1 hope they will not get him, that’s all. Mr. Cleveland is right. That portion of his message which related to the oppression of tho United States district courts with al! their tedious circumlocution and all their disregard for the poor defendants and witnesses whom they drag from their homes to await tho law’s, delay was most ad mirable and most humane. He has said moro in his message than our members of cougres3 have ever said upon the floor .with perhaps two exceptions—Dr. Felton and Mr. Stophous. What a power Gcucrnl Toombs would havo been to havo swept this whole iniquitous sys tem from the statute books of congress. His transcendent love of the liberty of tho citizen and of equal rights to all would have awakenod the fires of his eloquence iu behalf of a rough but honest and fearless people. Wo noed an other Toombs, Where shall we ft ml him? Most of our statesmen lovo power aud money, but Toombs loved lib erty more than all. His favorito theme was King John and tbo barons at Runnymedo and the great writ of habeas corpus. For himself he denied aud defied all control, and he de manded it for his people. His llamilcar speech was inspired by this love. His insubor dination in tho army sprung from the some source. General Joo Johnston sent me to him when camped at Meadow bridge with an order for his brigade wagons to haul supplies from Richmond. "Tell General Johnston,” said he, "if he requests tho lqan of my wsgons he can havo them, but if he demands them ou this peremptory order he will have to get up my quartermaster's receipt for them before I will give them up.”. I did not get the wagons, nor did his brigade get any rations, and there was a wild commotion in his Camp. General Toombs mountod his horse and galloped’Airiously up to General John ston’s quarters and in a few minutes I received orders to supply his men. and " left "old Joo and our Bob” hobnobbing to- S ether over something that was In a black ottlo between them. Not long after he issued an order for a general election in his brigado to fill tho numerqus vacancies that had oc curred, for he swore that tlio humblest private in the ranks hsd the right to to elected cap tain if the hoys wanted him. Bnt this was not the West Toint regulation, and so General too countermanded It and the Issue was mado. It was a sore trial for tho patriots gnd tho Georgians were waiting with anxiety to see who would rule tho Georgia trooops. But the issuo never camo to a result. That night at 12 orders came for the army to march, and march they did, and they kept on marching aud fighting, so there was no time for clcctious, and'General Loo's K orders prevailed. Toombs was an extremist ou liberty, If ho did not overestimate the rights of man, he did undervalue the rules and regulations that should control him. But such men ore needed. They remind the peoplo of tho encroachments of power and tho inioloncoof office and the oppression of tyrants, and so the people become BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ. THE RUBY REES HEALING THE NATIONS. From tl»© Mountains to the Sea. Pralsss Come Wafted for II, R. B. Tho Nurse at thejBedNldo of the Sick WU1 find a safeguard and purifier In Darby’s Prophylactic Fluid. It will thoroughly purify tho air of tho room aud destroy all diseaso gcrain arising/rom tho patient, tho bod, niglii chairs, etc. Tho patient will obtain refreshing relief by being sponged with a small quantity of fluid diluted with water. For safety, clean liness and comfort in the sickroom the fluid is Indispensable. 8NF.KiT7.and Zuketortare about to play a game of ebem for a stake of HOO. • That he noor mountaineer can’t l all the incidentals, and so "Is There No Dal in In Gilead, is there no physician their?” T cry may henceforth cense, for all Who will can bo healed by obtaining the "Hclenco of Lifo. ’ 8cc advertisement. TvBJ.fbiif.r’bNote.—A Chicago paper says that tho actor who plays "Koko” in tho "Mikado,” at the theater there, had such a that he could not have sung "Tltwillow” ic not roedrered liU voiro by a dose&t Red 8taf Cough Cure, which costs only twenty-flvo cents a bottle. APrnkkylvaxia girl, with nn eyo to bust- iitM,’uddc«l to her wedding invitations, "No pleklo dJsbc* for presents.” No Mystery About It. There are no mysteries or Hocrcta about tho compounding of Brown’s Iron Bitters. The preparation of iron is the only one that can bo taken without Injuring the teeth or stomach. It gives vigor to the feeble, life to tlio debili tated and health to tho dyspeptic. You need not fear to give it to tho most delicate child. Mrs. Kinina Williams, of Starkweather, Mis*., says, "It relieved my daughter, of dyspepsia, and myself of general debility. Sixty tons of almonds were gathered from •lxty*five acres oil tho Oaksbado farm, la Yolo county, fob, the present reason. Catarrh and Bronchi!f* Cured. A clergyniau, after years of suffering from that loathiomcdisease, Catarrh, and vainly tryffifevory known remedy, at last found a prescription which lately cured and saved him firom deo;h. Any sr from this drcmlful disease scndlug a self tsed stamped cnvulopo to Dr. J, Flynn it Co., j*t lfitli it., New York, will recclvo the receipt ftco of charge. _ declfiwkeow Tub Milwaukee Seiitinvl says vice-presi dent Hendricks died of a dress coat and an oven- lug reception. Fortunate BUelple of Franklin In Boston. A Boston Job printer, Mr. M. B. Nelson. No. 70 Mcrimnc at ? held one-fifth of Ticket No. in the November Drawing of tho Loui siana State tottery, which drew $75,000, cost ing him $1. lie is single, about 23 years of age, lives with his parents, aud this prize money will enable him to oxtend his business, lie fa a steady, Industrious young man, and will mako good use of hfs wealth.—Boston, Mas*., Gam- mcrcial and Shipping List, November 2T». IIo tan print hfa own luck. MOTHER AND SISTER. B. B. B. Co.: My mother and sister hsd ulcerated throat and teroAila, and B. B. B. cured them. E. Q. TINSLEY, June 20,1889. Columbiana, Ala. GOD SPEED IT. B. B. B. Co.: One bottle of B. B. B. cured me of blood poison aud rheumatism. May God speed it to everyone. W. R. ELLIS, June 21,1885. Brunswick, Go. TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. B. B. B. Co.: One of my customers, J. B. Roger* was afflicted 25 years with a terrible ulcer ou his leg, but B. B. B.-has nearly cured.him. * B. F. WEDLOCK, June 22,1885. Nejrcrota, da, BAY HORSE. B. B.B. cured mo of atruloer with which I had been troubled fifiy years. 1 am now as fat sa a bay horse; and sleep better than anybody, and B. B. B. did It sib R. R. SAUNTER, June 21,1885. Athena, Gs. RAILROAD TALK. Four bottles of B; B. B. cured me of a severe form Of rheumatism, and tho ramo number of bottle* cured my wife of rheumatism. J, T. GOODMAN, Conductor C. R. R, MAGICAL, SIR. The use of B. B. B. has cured me of much suffer ing, as woll as a case of piles of 40 yean’ standing Although 80 yean old, 1 feci like a new man. B B. B. is magical, sir. GEO. B. FRAZIER. WONDERFUL GODSEND. My*threo poor, afflicted children, who inherited a terrible blood poison, have improved rapidly alter the use or B. B. B. It I* a Godsend healing balm. MRS. 0. M. WILLIAMS, Sandy, Texas. KAST3HORE TALK. We have been handling B. B. D. shoot 12 months, and cau say that It is tha best selling medicine wo handle, and tho satisfaction seem* to be complete. LLOYD A ADAMS, June 25,1785. Brunswick, Gs. VERY DECISIVE. Tbo demand for B. B. B. 1* rapidly Increasing, and we now buy In one gross lots. Wo unhesita tingly say our customers are all well pleased. fflLLRROA, June 2t; 1885. , Anderson, 8. t*. TEXAN TATTLE. * • • One of our custotadrs left his bed for tlio first time In six mouths, after uSihg only One tiottto of B. B. B. Ho hsd scroAila’Of a tcrrlblo form, that hsd resisted all other trestmoht. Ib B. B. now takes the lead In this section. LIEDTKB BROS., June 10,1885. Dexter, Texas. In .V rtntcssnd 13 territories of the U. 8., tho people use Dr. Bull’sCough Hyrup. i-Sccrctiry Lincoln *r© LEMON ELIXIR, An Old Citlxln of Atlanta, Go, By the recommendation of Rev. C. C. Davis Tused Dr. Moric) '■ Lemon Elixir for a severe case of Jndl- Motion, ralpitation of tho heart, constipation and biliomncf*. I aln> suffered greatly with gravel and great pains In the bock and kidneys, unabfa to stand alone. I wa* treated, by many phyridms and ukhI many but got no relief; Dr. Mozley'a Ix mon Elixir alone has maulo a perfect cure of all there dlreaw*. My. wife tow suffered greatly with constipation and sick toot laches, from which she could get no relief. The Lemon Elixir has permanently cured her A. lb Amxold, 22 Ella street, Atlanta, Go. Lctnon Hot Drops* Dr. If. Mocixv.—Dear sir: I havo sufibrod for five years with a revere cough -and lung trouble, saw your advertisement of Lemon Hot Drops, and procured a small bottle, having tried ev«y cough syrup and lozenge (hot I conlA hear of with little benefit. 1 had small frltbin It. To my surprise, 1 derived benefit from the first dose. My cough faff me, also the sorenere of my hsnri, by the uae of four small bottle* only. My cough was so revere S tSeibanS the wllofwS ro great and so stiSSSi that I shall ever feel grateful to you for ibis great “la It Uue ttl.t. b« «n pntt nm In proper- lion thru » hor.u *-Anilon.“Ob! It U >lu> true Hint . bn cn pnrti wore ttiwi ho cn poll." _ Hollins' Sure Core Jfcnli Wash Dentifrice. Cam Pore Thrott. 1 ■'ontb. Clcmf« Gartnor FUzhagli Ic hu declined • pre- tm of » hlndw. crrUy, Th* *mt Bocae rain*, of Nevada an lew noted then Dr. Boll’. Ccnfb Hyrip. m. rich & Bros., 54 nml CO 'WltUeliall St., Atlanta, (in. Cloaks! Cloaks Cloaks! We offer our entire stock of Plusli, Silk aud Beaver Cloaks and Wraps forladicsandmisscs at 15 per cent less than manu facturers’ cost. That means about 50 cents on the dollar of regularprices. Beat thatifyou can. Our stock of dress goods must he sold in the next thirty days. We have choice goods. If you don’t get a dress cheap now, it is because you won’t come to see our stock. To hotels and boarding houses in the city and country we say that nowistlietimeto buy your Blan kets,Comforts,TableLiuensand Towels. We want to sell our present stock. At the reduced S rices we offer them, you can’t elp but buy. We want the cash, and you can have our f oods at your own price. M. ticli & Bros. Last ti’cek of our special sale, we shall begin our stock taking ou January ist, and want to have as few goods to measure as we can, consequently S cat inducements will be of- red in all grades of carpets, rugs, etc., to close them out. Several lots of handsome carpets, rugs, etc., brought out for the holiday trade, are un sold. We will not carry them over as we intend to sell them regardless of cost or market value. No such startling re ductions in prices of carpets and upholstery goods have ever been made in this city as we are making now. Come to see us. M. RICH & BROS. T UMBKH \V.\NTKI) - MI 1,1. ANI> TIM BUR It oat factory, on tbo It. «n.l D. nUroU, AtUnta. litt.,!™ »ututliu& willy it /Blue s aweC; AaEK'iwV/'A^TED.r., , , , r: bfvitf ofMOwtf •noftplM.foftoi l< lr»ttry. IrrprUor * _fad Iwdr-o.-ooifa mrK iHfrtloMv jowrirr*. do <'.og with now <«*■«iredi novA-ft kites not