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iVOL XVIIL ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY MORNING. JANUARY 20, 1880 PRICE FIVE CENTS, A COMPLETE PAPER. cry out against her and arraign her—to hear him say anything. That was the worst of all Member That Intercuts ami Instructs Ev of the Fumily. Thf. Weekly Constjtition thU week bears a rich freightage of new * and gossip. “Four Do• Dates In Congress*' cover silver, pensions, war memorials and the succession. “The I.ator Storm" gives strange adventures of the late bllz- sstrd and the brewing of the new one. “Mr. Tildtn at Ilome." i- a sketch of the greatest living democrat. “In a Trapper’s Den," “Torn l>y Dynamite" And “A Hraille** Trunk," arc Works of crime and adventure. Dr. Talmage dbcoum* of “ClandestineMarriages anil Ks- fapadcii." "Jllll Arp” gives the philosophy of ••The poor and the lUclu" Betsy UatnlUna has litr quaint dialect story of “A Country ’Hitla’ School." The romonce of the number is “Much Hfelo," the fourth and concluding part ol Mrs. Uuriu-tt's and “40 Minutes at llotlson’s," a Capital love story. Our list of "Successful runnerV’ is continued, including Mr. Truitt's **15 Dales On Five Acres." An illustrated ar ticle on "The Weather Bureau" is timely Just now. '1 lie crime and casualty of a week Is found Under “Newt by Wire." “Our Knowledge Boa" is full. Woman’s Kingdom" isbright and •‘Our Cliildreu’a Corner" is cosy. In "Our fVnr b; or lea” axe stirring sketches, and “l*ic* lures in Strange Land*" carry our rcAdcre Into Other climes. “Sam Jones's Revival*" have attention. Our pages on "Tobacco riant lug," ore continued. Bcsldcsethis a mass of other mat ters make this issue of the weekly A MODEL FAMILY PAPER. Next Week’s Const&ution will be a very strong Sltimix-r. “A New story" of thrilling Interest; •‘Eight Prize Fanners," a valuable paper and «‘A Colon Soldier’s Greeting” will be printed. Bill Arp will have two letters. “Talraage’a Seinani" will be the best of tho “Marriage BlngJ* cries,” and the whole number will be ’’The Beat Constitution Ever Issued. Don't fail to get it by subscribing at once. You will regret If you miss NEXT WEEK’S CONSTITUTION. “MUCH ADO.” A NOVELETTE. Ity Frances Hodgson Buruott. Author of "That Loss o' Lowries," “Louisiana, i * Through One Administration," Etc. ICop.niiihted 1835, by 8. S. McClure. All Rights —that was why she trembled. But he only saw the tremor and agitation in her face. Ho stopped ahort a moment aud looked at her as he hml done that day ou the lawn. "Is this only dislike?” he said, as if wonder ing. "Js it only hatred, or is it something elec?” If he had had less power—if ho had wrung her heart less whin he spoke she would have been more pitiful. As it was her only safety lay in gathering her strength together Iu ouo numlcss effort. "it is more than dislike,"she panted. "It is contempt*! Will you let mo pass now?” "Yes,” lie answered. And lie moved aside, and as she went he turned mid stood still, star ing blankly at the moonlit sea. When Mrs. Huntingdon returned she did not find Nell down stairs, and hoping that she was asleep she went to licr own room aud retired without seeing her. She had been in bed half an hour, but had not gone to sleep, having laid awake, in fact, absorbed iu thought, w* low hen she heard knock at her door. The moon was still shining and a broad beam gave a soft light to the room, so that when the door opened and Nell caino in-she could see her as she neared the bed and knelt down by it, and so seeing her slvc quickly put out her hand. "Dearest!” she exclaimed. "Mamma,” said Nell, "how soon can wo go away—liow soon?” She began to tromblo as she had done in the arbor. "How soon, mamma?” sho repeated. Mrs.Huutiugdon took the girl’s hand iu Doth of hers. ‘.‘Oh, Nell,” she said, "what is this? Tonight when I was at Mrs. Napier's I heard that— that—” Noll stopjtctl her. "Yes, mamma,” sho said wearily. "Yes, Mr. Jack Hamilton.”. "You have seen him again, Nell? And you have been cry iug. Ob, he is worso than I thought.” Noll gave her band a fierce little clutch. 'What would you say,” sho cried, "if I were MUui nuuiu juu n.q, euu iticu, u * "in' to beg you not to say that, though it is true ? What would you say if I were to toll you I could not bear it?” "You, Nell?” Nell clung to her. "Oh, mamma,” sho cried, "it seemed as if all the world had changed. I am not the girl you gut my. thought 1 was. I am not what I though self. I am wicked, too. I thought that a girl who was refined aud good would hate such a man from instinct. But I—mamma, I do not hate him. I do not, 1 never have hated him from the first.” . Her mother dro.v her into her arms upon tho pillow beside her. "”>11 me about it, Nell,” she said as softly as ... 1>c hild. ."You know I wculd not soon he closed again, as Mrs. Hunt ingdon had spokou of a half formod plan of id. Mbs Huntingdon was not going abroad „ exactly strong, and the voyage and change might be beneficial to her. But this plan was abandoned when Donald Huntingdon an* ucuucid liis iuteution of coming home. It was announced quite suddenly, and tho letter containing tho uews ended by saying that he might follow on the uoxt steamer. A year before, Nell's pleasure at liesriug this would have amounted to delight, but now wluu her mother closed tho letter and looked u,i at her she saw a new shadow iu her eyes, fchc understood its meaning later, when hr tho couiec of the day Nell, standing near the fire with her back towards her, said; Mama, you are very clever, you know. You eau always nr ran go things. "Is there anything to arrange, Nell?” “Yes if you will. Will you arrango it that Donald shall net speak of—that person, or tell any of the stories about him when 1 can hear 1 ran hear them? 1 should not liko to hear them, "I will arrange. Nell,” her mother answered. II. They rarely refored to what That was all, , , had passed. The next fow days Noll found abundance of occupation. Sho undertook tho arrangement of licr brother's rooms. She made pilgrimages to town and filled every hour. Tim kmiiiih worn vnrv (’Imrmlno' nnrl comnlnln The looms were very charming and complcto when sho bad finished, and, indeed, the whole ouse wore an air of greeting. As the arrival might be exacted almost any day, it was her baldt each day to spend half hour in the lower rooms arranging fresh flow* ers iu the jars and so it happoned ono alter* noon about a week alter the receipt of the letter «hc was in the parlor when a servaut who did not know sho was there opened the door and ushered in a visitor. She turned, her branch of yellow roses in her baud, the servant had retired without seeing her: tho visitor himself did not sec her until lie had advanced to the fireplace. There he stopped with a start, quickly putting his hand ou the back of tho chair ho had been about to sit down in, and turned towards her the agitated face of Jack Hamilton. even more agitated than It had been when she had seen it last; and there was. as of misery ho looked at her, such a dumb sort „ in his great dark eyes that she could almost have cried out. "For pity’s sake,” he said, "dou’t go away for a fow minutes. 1 asked for your inothor. hero go just yot. feel.” He rnnio a step uearcr and looked , at her more cloiely. "You don’t look ns if you had boon well,” he said. "They told me you were Hot strong; they said yon wero going abroad; that was why I came.” He came still nearer, and Nell unconsciously shrank hack. "Don’t do that!” ho exclaimed with a touch of his old fierceness. Then with asuddon hum* to ilispi 1 this ailment Cy promenading the ter* race—or at least that part of ft which lay at tho foot of Mrs. Huntingdon’s lawn—for the test ol the evening. Kell < Mild sco his face qnitc plaiuly iu tho moonlight. And It had never been such a beautiful face in its brightest glow ns it was in Its ssdi ess and pallor. And why was he there? Bad as he was thoro must be some strong feel* lug which impelled him to como to tho place ntul haunt it so when tbero was nothing to bo gained. It was what a man with a warm heart and—yes, a tender love filling it—might have done. Neil leaned against the vine-covered trellis trembling, and soon on tho leaves near where lier cheek rested great drops fell and shouo. "Why are you not good?” sho whispered brokenly. "Why are you not a gentleman man? 1 should—liko you—then. I could not liclp it. Oh, I can scarcely help it now!” And nt that very instiut, as though ho had beard tl e words—though he had not—he ston* ped Juft below where she stood and looked up. And the n he camo up the stops and walked to* wsrds the arbor. Tbero was nothing to ho clone. 11 was impossible to go away. There xvss in> lime. As sho made'one involuntary Btcp toward! tho entrance—a step which brought her into the full moonlight—ho reached her and they stood faco to face. It Was ns if lie had received an electric shock. A Sharp tremor shook him for an instant. Nell looked up at him and then looked down. "Will you let mo pass?” she said in a low Toice. "I—I can’t” he said with a desperate, miser able effort, "until you tell me why you did that licartkss—that cruel thing to me tbisaflor* coon.” Nell could not speak. She put her hand npon the trellis to steady herself. This was too midden. "You ought to toll mo,” he persisted. "You must. Surely a woman would not do such a thing us that through caprico—a woman like J on! I may not be a very attractive fellow- may go wrong sometimes—I know I’ui hot- beaded and rash—and obstinate—and I have a Nell, "I will lie better. And "You know I blencss, "I beg jour pardon, but you dou’t have always* knowjiow deepwt tuts; I, have thought of be bettor lor this thing untflr think sometimes that Fra said he w*aa an idiot, Nell; he has hoard mo say it l.imsclf, he is a mistaken, bluudoriug giant, but when in Heaven’s name did I say anything else against Will Hamilton?’ Sha almost started out of his anus. •Donald,” sho rrled. "Oh! Doualdl" "Yes,” he replied, patiently. "That means se, Nell, but it Is not exactly something, of course nu answer.” "We thought!” sho exclaimed in tones of anguish and humiliation, which wrung the very soul of the lujurcd Hamilton—"we thought—we thought he was—tho other!” * Both Donald aud Hamilton started then vio* lently. "What!” cried Donald, "you thought ho was the other. You thought he was Jack Hamil ton? Yon saddled him with Jack Hamilton’s sins and adorned him with Jack Hamilton's rascalities. You have been treatiug him as Jack Hamilton deserved to l*u treated?" He relrsfi-d her from his arm a little and lookod ut hie friend. “Upon my word, Will,” ho said, *T don’t know how we nro to apologize to you.” But Will Hamilton no longer woro the air of a highwayman. He looked even gentle and subdued, a sort of colossal timidity pervaded him—a tender timidity—his dcop, hoautoous, loug-dt spitted eyes yearned towards Nell and saw only her drooping face aud shrinking, love* ly figure. His wrongs wero forgotton. "It—it was a mistake,” lie said. "It was only a mistake—and it is nothing. I—am very sorry.” "You arc sorry,” exclaimed Donald. "But von arc not the iicrson to bo sorry. I never heard such a thing in my life. I feel as if I had inadvertently gone upon the stage and had just made my entrauco in a last art. I expect to hear the prompter—1 anticipate tho riuging " ff * " down of the curtaiu. And at the fitting moment tho door opeued once again and admitted Mrs. Huntingdon. Donald left Nell, and going to her led licr to Hamilton. gentleman to lie?” he Inquh "Mr. John Hamilton,” replied Mrs. Hunt ingdon with a touch of onibnrrnssmeut. nvA "He is my friend Will Hamilton, whom I recommended to your special klnduoss, and ho bas been apparently the most ill-used uisu ou itinont.” Mi her a s. Huntingdon turned to Nell—sho gave l quick, soft, maternal look. red right to disliko me, but you might have spar me that. Whv did you do it?” passionately. "You—you know why!” criea Nell. "Do n ’_preiumc to—ask me!” Yet the words were not spoken valiantly aud her voice was not so clear as she had intended it to be. "I dou’t know why,” he said. "I—Is every thing going to turn against me ? I have tried —I have tried to keep things straight—but it is no use—and you might have helped me—if you WOUld—.” "I,” exclaimed Nell with pride. "Yes—You!” fiercely. "Th There have been Women lie fore this who have not felt them* Helves too good to help men who could be helped by their kindness. Even If you had not caicd much * 1 ‘ u “* 1 » for me—if you had b3en a little kind—but to kill a man at such a time as this! Do you think I have not trouble enough? Do you think I don’t feel the disgrace—and bit- temess ? I bad tried—I gave the thing a fair irial—aud I failed. 1 came back here more xrmhe il than you know! I longed for a sight of your face—and a kind look. You have never given me one yet, but—it seemed as if now you jnsght. jHfthaps. Aud you struck me down— wlicn I was suffering most—you. the woman I love!” |tThen Nell lifted her head. "How dare you!” she sal you!" "Dsre!” he echoed with a fire and defiance that ai most overwhelmed her. "What daring 5s there in loving a womau ? What man, if ho Is a man at all, cannot dare that much ? A dog she said. "How dare told myself tonight after what happened that I would not deceive myself or you any lougor. I used to deceive myself at first. I hated evory* thing 1 heard of him. and I thought 1 disliked him, too. I told &ysclf lie was bold and pre suming, bnt, nmmmu, if ho wore not what he is we should not caU him so bccauso—becauso ho would not give up without a struggle, the woman ho loved! Wo should not condemu him because he tried to be near her, because ho had beautiful eyes and they followed her al ways. Those are not crimes, mamma.’’ "No, dear, no,” tenderly. "But I tried to think them so at first,” Nell went on. "I have always treated him coldly and disdainfully. 1 would never hear him. f never will henr him; but I do not hate him. And if he were not Jake Hamilton all he his said to me would be just and true.” "And he has said—?” said licr mother. "He has said he loves me. Ho has said I have been cruel to him. Ho has said 1 ought to tell him why I bate him. Ho has said he suffers. And it is true. He does lovo me. I have been cruel. He is suffering now. Ho did not lie to me aliout Hint. I saw it in his face! ” "And you have suid ?” put in tho mother again. "I havo said that wc have no words to say to each other. 1 havo said thut ho is leas than hatred 1 feci for him, hut contempt. Anc. despise me. mamma—l»e ashamed of me. for 1 am nihamed of myself—it is not truo!” "But it was best. Nell, dear—it was bolt,” said her mother, caressing hor. "Aud you were brave and in the sight wlion you did it. It is true that you hate his wickeduess. Jt is —it is what he might have been that you caro for.” Oh,” said Nell, hidden upon her shoulder, "do you—do you think it is?” "Yes, d . dear. ‘And you are not—not ashamed of me, mamma?” Mrs. Huntingdon kissed her hair in rather a hesitating way, as if to givo herself a moment's time. “Nell,” slio said, "X could not bo without be ing ashamed of myself, too. I—I must confess also, my dear,” rather weakly, "I am older than you, and it has been against my principles, but —but I have liked him, too.” There was a start ami Nell lifted her Lice. No light was needed to tell her mother that it was flooded with warm color. ‘Oh, mamma!” she cried, "darling!” aud she clasped her iu her arms and kissed her agsin and again, her soft tears falling. "Think kindly of him if you can,” sho said. ‘You may. Think kindly of him if you eau, because 1 may not.” not quite myself.* You don’t know what it is cometning you can’t get rid of day or night.” Nell made a slight movement again. "After you said yonr last words to mo,” ho wcut oti. "I told myself I should he a fool to let myself l»c stabbed to death again. I would get over It. I tried, but it was strongor these lust words, I kept thinking them over and arguing about them until I had. frantic farcies. It seemed as if, after all, I didn’t dc* tervo them. I was in love with you and wheu you seemed to dislike mo so I could not givo up. 1 couldn't help it, but that wasu’t con temptible. Any man who loved you would ink perhaps you had heard something against iuo which was not truo. And if I could know I might explain it. H may seem like vanity—perhaps it is vanity—but. great heaven, if you knew how I havo suffered!” Somehow ho seemed so much ut her mercy—sho had never seen in any hu man face such a pained, pleading look as there was in his—it seemed iinjiosslhle that such earnestness should cover such wrong. "1 thought I would como to your mother,” he mid. "What!’.’ There was a sofa just behind her. Shu made one desperate struggle to control herself, to look nt him steadily and speak in a calm voice—her lips parted, but only to quiver, .^he sank on to the sofa and dropping her faco upon her arm burst into tears. He Hung all caution to the winds then—ho Have I said too much?” ho cried, implor ingly. "Yes, I have. Don't do that—don’t. I m ver raw a woman cry before aud to see you do it—. Only say one word and I will go. Have you heard anything against me—” She interrupted him. Yes,” she said, "you shall know—yon shall know—you might havo snared mo the telling. Do you think a man can be ” ' The day after North Brabaut was surprised anight love you—the worst fellow alive might love you. Perhaps, I am not quite the worst, and 1 tell you again 1 love you. You ernnot Belp it—neither '—with a break—"neither can "Bet me pass,” said Nell. "I wish to leave yon. We have nothing to say to etch other !’* She began to tremble. She did not with to leave him. She wished to stay—to bear him closed, and that the mother and daughter had ;onc away. This rumor Mrs. Maria Hunting* Ion received in a spirit of severe disbelief. "It is impossible,” she said. "They never mentioned it to me!” And making a visit of inquiry and finding only servants at the house, she returned to Owlet’s Nest dumb with proper indignation at n«»t having been con sulted. "It was quite sudden, ma’am,” said the wo* man she saw. "Miss Huntingdon had l»een quite unwell. Mrs. Huntingdon was anxious and thought she needed a change. That was the reason.” They did not return to North Brabant. Their friends beard of them occasionally as being sometimes at one mountain resort, sometimes at another. They did not seem to remain more than a few days anywhere. "Are you fleeing from some pursuer, Nell?” Hester Beverly wrote once. "Marion and I havedetidud that you arc‘in hiding’as Jack Hamilton was when ho whs in London. It seems that Professor Uhattertou recognized him. when he was here, m a young man who had done something *o dishonorable when he was in London thut he barely cm ayed the pen alty of the law through his cousin’s effort* and— But I forgot, vot: don't like to hear of u.” • It was very late in the season. The last scarlet, yellow aud brown leaves had fluttered to the ground and disappeared, when the Htintingdous'itown house was opened, ami at first there was some doubt as te whether it dishonored aud test—base—' 1 He sprang to bis feet. "Bate.” he almost shouted. "Dishonored! Tell me what you mean! What havo I douo to be dishonored? 1 swear some ouo has lied! Ask your brother—ask Donald if I am such a scoundrel—” Nell lifted her proud, tear swept face. It was Donald who told us,” she said. "Donald,” lie cried with flnshingeyes. "Don ald against me!” And then tho door opened and some one else entered—a tall, young man, whose keen blue eyes regarded the scene through his eye glasses with an expression of some bewilder ment. Nell started from her tofa with a little cry. She made a movement towards him, hut Jack Hamilton was before her. As the new comer advanced lie met him half way. "Tell me what this means!” he demanded, towering to a magnificent height, and it must be confessed wearing something of the manner of a highwayman. "Some one shall tell me! She says I am a dishonorable scoundrel, that I 'Nell, dear,” she said, "Bertha wished to sco you for a moment, Perhaps you would like to go to her.” And Nell wont, feeling the release from the highly charged atmosphere came not a moment too soon. She did not go to her maid, she went to her own room, hurrying with beatiug heart. In a few minutes she was kneeliug by her pil low* she could scarcely tell why. Sho was sob biug a little, strange, happy, soft, passionate sobs. ; "Ob I” she said. "I knew that you wore not wicke l, my heart knew it. Something bo- yet ho could hardly hear her low voice as sho answered: "Yes—I will,” she said: "I did—not.” "All!” he cried, "If you only know hoar happy you make mo. If you could only ssy a little more. I kuow it’s too much to Aik, bul- Thcrc wash little, breathless pause, and then Nell slowly lifted her eyes, their lashes wet, tlic sweetest, softest, dearest look in their depths that ever a woman’s eyes wore. ‘i know I owe you something,” she said, tremulously. "No womau has a right to make a man suffer when ho docs not deserve it, and then not fry to pay him afterwards. I do owe what I say makes you so happy, per haps! can a little. I—I will tell you—" “5Vhat’” lie whispered, bccauso her voice fell. "Tell me!" "I laid.” lower still. "I said—that I hated you—bccAiiso 1 did not.” He swept hor into his arms and hold hor trembling against his breast. “Bccauso you did dot,” lie cried. "A word more—one word, Nell.” "Because I never did—bccauso I thought I ought to—bccauso I knew 1 could not--be cause 1 was iiiilmppy--becAUSo I did not know what to do- because I think—I loved you! Ilnvo I—havo I paid you now?” He thought so—with what torrout of words —with what passionately hippy tenderness dors not concern ns. All that had passed wait nothing—for them at least a now world was made. "My dear mother.” said Donald lator in tho evening, "you must cxcuso iny saying that most charming women with admiration and delight. When I think of tho high moral tone you took In this matter, of tho lofty scorn you dealt forth to tho wror.g young man. of the persbtent and laudable manner in which you enfolded tho right ono in your embrace, so to for he has a sly sonso of humor by no means despicable—and when I remember above all that you accepted tho flowers which 1 find the maligned victim chose—and, of course, paid for—and drovo haughtily past said vict ira os he humbly toiled along the dusty road while she splashed hint with the mud from his own chariot wheels, I will confess thul 1 restrain my pleasure in the humor of tho sit* cation with difficulty. "My dear,"answered Mrs. Huntingdon, "you * - * ihV make me absolutely unhappy. 1 caunot think of it. It was unpardonable.” "It is TAthcr too bad,” said Donald, "that tho 1 loved ip you oven when I suffered so and trlod mid t.jgd. * Oh? how thankful, how thankful-*-' how happy, how. happy!” Down stairs tho mystery was explaining itself. ■ 'We arc very much to blame,” Mrs. Hunt ingdou was saying. "1 scarcely knew how It began; and then I am afraid we did tho most unjust thing wc could havo done, but it soemed natural to avoid tho subject—and—and you. And thcuVben wo knew your cousin—I am obliged to say ho must have known. Wo used the names to that he must havo understood, mid of codrso that loft no room for doubt. And you were always together wbou we met you— aud Professor Clialtorton spoke so severely— st d we thought wo saw him remonstrating with you—” "He was remonstrating with me,” said Hamilton, biting Ids lip. "Ho thought 1 was wrong in tho course I took with my cousin, teo 1 was now; but we wero boys togother aud ho was always sranllcr and weaker. And his mother believed—” ho stopped. "His mother believed uo ouo else could save him,” put in Donald, "aud you made a burnt ton lifted his stag’s eyes to Mrs. Hunt ingdon’s. "His mother was very fond of him,” he said in a low tone. ".She was n little creature aud mil!i red a great deal. She had bcou kind to v. I was fond of her.” M i *. Huntingdon quite flushed with pleasure. Site began to adore him. "Oh, how cruel wo were to you,” sho said. 'What ran wc say?" 'Only—only.” said Hamilton, "that you will «mij—viiiwm *i«i«iiiv*jii, iimi^vu nm think better or me.” But his ryes implored d 'My dear Nell,” interposed her brother mild, ly. "what language!” But Jack Hamilton did not seem to bear him. ".She says yon are against me, too,” be went on. "She says you told them all this; that you warned them against me.” Donald Hnntingdon’s eyes lost their smile. He began to look serious. "I,” he exclaimed; "there's a mistake some* where.” He walked over to Nell ami took her trem. filing hand. "Nell," ho said, "what is the matter? Don’t fie ro agitated. What is it?’ Nell's head fell upon his shoulder. "Donald,” she said, "lot mo go. I can’t bear it any longer. Mamma will tell you.” He wits a charming fellow, Donald Hunting don. and be had always been Nell’s friend, ad viser and protector. He put his armarouud her in kindly, caressing support. • No," he said. "I won’t let you go, Jfoil, un til this is explained. Such things should al ways fie net right at once. Somebody has made a mistake. Let us find out about it. When did I say anything against the best fellow I ever knew—the follow with the biggest heart and the most stupid habit,of sacrificing him* self to thoie who don't deserve it. I may have something else slso, and happiness leaped into them as she held out her hand. When Nell camo dowu to diuncr tho first thing Hamilton saw was that her air of cold disdain had fled, the next that sho woro tho dress he had seen iu tho moonlight. Her love- lincas was so softened that it was a new thing. If he had been Jack Hamilton and had dared gleet his dinner and look at her as he did ds occasion ho would havo been stigma, tized us a presumptuous criminal. As it was, Donald and Mrs. Huntingdon wero very good to hint and exhibited in their kindness tho mo*t beautiful tact. Was it Donald who took his mother upstairs after tho meal was over ami they sat talking for an hour or was It Mrs. Huntingdon who took Donald to show him his apartments? It mattered not in the least to Hamilton when tho door closed and ho found himself alone with Noll. ho was no less impetuous now. And yet it was Nell who spoko first. There was one thrilling it sib moment of silence and then sho looked up at him with tbo roost lovely appeal In her eyes. I ought to ask your pardon,’ 1 sho 'T knCW A vugub iu m* juur j’«r<iuii, mu said. "You cannot know how wretched I feel—how in the wrong—how—oh, how sorry—” He rose from his own seat and came and took the one her mother had left close to her own. "Don’t be sorry.” he said, his voice low with little and listen to gosslpcrs you would have found out your mistake. It was because you felt libeller tasto to exclude this renrehensi ignorance. But would you *mind answering me a question? Why did you ptclr out that pngfcletifnr young man mbeing the wlckcffone?” "Well, in tho first place,” said Mrs. Hunting don, "1 thought that BIrs. Dalton looked nt him when sho was pointing out the hero of tLc stories, and thon "You thought!” raid Donald. "But why did you think? Was it a matter of looks? Upon tho wholelthiuk ho lias tho ad vantage of the original Jack Hamilton.” "Oh, Donald!” exclaimed Nell with a charm ingly II voluntary Indignation. "Oh, I think ho has—a little,” said Donald, considerately. "Como, what was it, mother? Confess. Was it because ho lookod loss inter* BILL ARP DISCUSSES THE CHANGE OF RULES IN THE HOUSE, And Launches Into a Disquisition on tho Solid South, Mr. Olsvsland's Administration, the Silver Question and the Prevalent Poverty- A Word to tho Atlanta Nabobs. "A Cranky Programme.” Under that head Tub Constitution rays: "Tho rules wore changed in the interest of Jobbery and to satisfy tho demand* of organized plunderers and tbo whisky ring. That the coinago com mittee is packed in tho interest of tho gold- bugs aud Wall street wreckers.” Thcso are awful charges and they havo dis turbed my serenity and shaken my faith. I feel mortified and melancholy. If thcso things be true the democracy Is rcsitonslhlo for them. If they be true then It Is time for all good men to shake loose from party and party lines and call for a new deal. If they bo truo then it Is time, the very time, for tho pcoplo to wako up aud throw their present leaders overboard to tho whales for fear the ship of state will sink. Tub Con stitution nays, "But tho solid south will have something to say In thcso matters.” How solid. Solid for what? Did not one half of our ngrersmen vote for changing tho rules? luidthcy have been changed without tho CotiTc _ w support that was given "by tho south ern members? Are Mr. Bhmnt and those Cleorgfa members who voted for tho change, controlled by avarice or ignorance? Tho New Y’ork Sun congratulated tho country on Mr. Blouut’s appointment as chairman of tho postal service, and said that It was a blaok eye to tho plunderers of tliat department. Well, now, plcaso tell us how this Is. Whit are tho trusting, confiding, unsuspecting peo ple to bollovc? Havo tho southern leaders r :ono after mammon, too? Or Is t possible that tho change of tho rales may not mean corruption? If It does mean It, then farewell all hopo of reform by a itarty. Judgo Underwood soya ho has lived a long timo and roado many observations, anil ho Is now prc|>arcd to say that it Is within tho lango of possibility for a democrat But 1 did not dream that our southern state!- men or politicians, or whatever you call thorn, wonld go at it so soon and on so big a scale. 1 believed they would loam in due time how to S bblenn tho loaves and fishes, hut I did » -« herself first. Which was it. Noll?” Nell hesitated and reflected. Then sho hlushod a little. "J don’t think,” sho replied, "that It was ficrausc he was less interesting.” "Bly dear mother,” aid Donald, turning U> Mr. ClovoTand’s term. It looks to mo liko the two gt*eat parties are l>ound to disintegrate anyhow. They are getting pow erfully mixed on the tariff and tlip silver ques tions and are afraid ofeach other, hut by aud by thoy will have to fall into liuo. Our own pcoplo are mixed. Our intelligent press is divided. Tho unsophisticated farmors are In doubtand now Is a chance tor statesmanship. somethings. TJieyny'tbartho silver dollar i’s friend and It does not her. Mrs. Huntingdon hoaltated longer than Kell had done. Hho reflected more deeply. Sho began to feel herself obligod to confront a most ronfttftlug Hiihtlety and remissness. "1 am i ’raid,’ 7 she said with n most self rcproAchfi ! air—"Bly dear Don, I’m afraid—It tm ficcnu ho was—more so.” And Dm aid broke into a shout of laughter reprehensible and to be deplored, to say tho least of It. TIIR RNI>. It Wan Dreadful. From Ihc Cincinnati Enquirer, Are you an Enquirer reporter ?" inquired a h pious looking elderly Indy, after tho services yes terday. I am, ulnm,’ I read hi the Enquirer this morning that Ham Joticti find tobacco in his room at tho hotel. That’s ful, H il» true. Aro you the reporter that wrote that?” No, mudaiii: but no doubt it’s true.”* Well, 1 am going right up now, and ask him if it’s M>." The old lady edged her way up to the altar, where itev. Joyce stood slongridc of Kcv Jones. How do you do, Bister Banks?" was Brother Joyce’s greeting, as ho extended his hand. 'Brother Joyce, i read in the Enquirer that those men have tobacco in their rooms.” Well, what of 11?" abruptly ejaculated Ucv. Joyce. "Oh, I think it’s dreadful! It Is Just frightful!” “I don’t think k>,” remarked a gentleman who was prrsent. ‘What? Don’t you think it is true that they use "Oh, 1 think It is dreadful. a/uii mu Mwrrjr. uu miu, iiu yuiuu tun impassioned happiness. "There bas been row enough -you don’t know—If you are sorry I must be. Let me havo nothing hut "Oh! but,” said Nell, "think what I aid to you—what cruel uatiue things—when you were in such trouble—when all the world should have been kind to you. 1 can’t bear it!” 8bc put out her hand iu a pretty, pathetic gesture. To ay that the next instant Hamil ton held it pressed close within his own seems almost unnecessary. He looked at her a second adoringly. "Well,” he said at last, "be sorry—a little, since ft makes you look at me like tliat.” Then Nell ceased to look at him at ail. Her eyelids fell and she became a rose in bloom. “No,” he implored, "don't do that. You owe me something; pay me bv being kind.” Which was a trifle unworthy. Yet there are •-cessions when m»n is but dust. "You must You—you will.’. He held the hand closer and closer and his own was trembling. "1 shall my too much,” he aid rashly. "I know I ►ball, but 1 can’t help it. You have abhored me ro long that you can’t think of mo a« I— as I wish yon could. But yon'&id those things —the things you aid that night—were untrue You know you said you hated me. Will you tell me now that—you didn’t?” that had she known Jones and Email were cd to Ibis di the money. In this connection it will be recalled that tbs an nual conference held on Walnut Hills tut Mimtner, declared agalmt the use ot tobacco In any form, and even went so far ax to reftue to admit a bright y nnog minister from Baltimore until ho had < gated himself to qntt the smoking habit. ■ Fig til In Mill-Air. From the Amertcux, Gs„ Republican. A gentleman ays he witnessed a strange fight bet . tween a cat And a hawk Monday that Interested him. The cat bad found a warm nook on ihc sunny side of the barn and gono is the poor man’i matter whether it Is pure or nlatod so long as it buys as much as a gold dollar or a pai»er one. Judge Underwood ays ho does not care If it is rosdeof nickel plate so long as the government receives it for a dollar. That tho credit of the government Is all that makes paper money good or any other money. It is * tbo stamp or Uncle Sam upon a gold coin that makes it good. 8o let tho silver dollar roll on and jingle In onr pockets. Tho banks have got all tho gold and if wo put silver down n * 1 goes up. of conrse, and people who aro iu t will havo to tuakonacrificotogct It. It will make the rich richer and tho poor poorer. Well, that seems to ho tho way things are going, tho millionaires against the masses. What wo want In congress now is some grand men, who will stand up for tbo common people, the toilers In tho workshops and on the farms. Kd Richardson is dead- died worth ten millions, and tuado it all out of cotton down in Blisslsftippi. Well, at lout ulno millions of It camo from tho sweat and toil of the laborer who made tho cotton, and who was Justly entitled to that money. drones eat ft, but by and bv tho workers * '*■“* ** ’ the vagabonds. •rise in their wrath and slay This thing hMgot to stop somewhere ami some time. Thcso dionop “ * * us hand and man know s What does he caro ? The Atlanta nabobs t they did splendid in giving five or ton dollars icso monopolies and rings are binding nil foot. What docs tho average rich r about the sufferings of tho poor? tleman wrote a note saving he was glad of tho opportunity to give five dollars. Well, ho can be glad every day if he wants to. Tho opportunities aro more frequent than tho importunities, for there nro hundreds of proud spirits who will not beg. How vain tho cold world seems to tbero. How far away is the church and charity and humanity. When ceased, and this was right and kind, and considerate, but a poor woman In Atlanta burns her chairs and bedstead to keep tho vital spark alive and nothing atops. Tho rich rido round. The lamps burn brightly. Tho —•- **• — theater music and tho dance go on. Tho theater has - ^ er her chair all Its matinees. The church its prayer meetings, but the poor woman burns anotfa the some. These spasmodic charities are comfort. The suffering poor are relieved for a day or a week, but what next? Depend upou it, the course of this nation Is avarice, and it will be Its downfall. I have no respect for % man who has a million and still hankers aftor more. I have a contempt for him. If ho loses by fire or flood or robbery I do not care. The worthy suffering poor •re in his sight every day, or he knows full well where to find them. 1 ue that Btr. Atkinson says that if tho gov ernment does not stop the coinage of silver it will bankrupt Wall street. If tliat is so then let the coinage go on. Horace Greeley said that no man should be allowed to sleep. A hawk came circling around in tho air—a large red-tall, with fiery eyes that git-aimd in the rum like dromonds. Itraw tbo her a little ts him with the hau l he held - cat and pounced down on her. Its cruel tal ons had taken a good hold before tabby knew what was up, and the bird had risen ten feet in tho air, then there was a yowl from the ‘cat mid the feathers began to fly. The bln! and cat hod it, over aud over but still going higher r.nd higher. When about fifty yards high the hawk dropped the cat, hut immediately darted after, hut tabby got the upper bold and tho hawk flew around with one talon in the nndcr hind quarter of the tat while it* head and front daws were on the hock of it* foe. The fur and feathers flew thick and fast, for a while and at last, both fell to the ground where they expired. The entrails of the cat wero torn out; white tbo cat. The hawk measured inches from Up of wing to tip of wing. to have more than * million, lit. Paul laid that the loro of money waa the root ot all evil. Tom Hood aang tho aotig of tho ahlit and made London weep, bnt ahe did not weop long. Tbo atruggle for money and power atlll goes on rccklea* of all conta in tho integrity of the aonth, and whan that fa gono all la gooe. Bill Aar. On tli. Oallowe. Mikdeh, La., January 22.—The execution of Henry Jachaon, colored, today waa tho drat that haa ever taken place in Webeter parUh. Jachaon waa hanged for tho murder of U. A. Britton at Hinden Junction on the night of July 25, 1885. The execution look plico In jail in the preaenca of the legal wltneaaea. When told that hi* timo was about up, Jachaon made a ahort apeech. The sheriff then pinioned hla arms and read the death warrant, after which ho proceeded with the condemned man to Uie •csITold. The prisoner continued to ’>'« r himns, stopping once to kid the sheritr good- liyc, and iuvoked blessings on hla herd. The hawk had its head ernahed by a b/te from the drop fell at 12d)5 p. m., ratlin* short a hymn. ' four feet and nine , Th. Ihll broke hfa neck and without a atruggle.