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ATLANTA, GA-, TUESDAY MOKNJNG, MARCH' 23, 1886.
PRICE FIVE CENTS.
A Little Ghost.
Bf Harriet Mraicott Spofloril.
rCorrrijlited 1880 b, S. 8. MeClura. AH tight! re
lOrved.J
Xsupposo she was a little fool—but she was
Shell a pretty one! Large, limped wondering
bine eyes with lathes almost long enough to tan-
slo.askin with the rose-loafs blush on it,a
mouth as sweet and Innocent as a'hahy’s, and
light, looao (lying, hair half-ringleted and cint-
toring round her white forehead,all taaSe her
face look like one in some old marvel of an
Ivory miniature. And then there was a certain
nppeal to your tenderness In her very i'
fairy creature as the was j you could as easily
find fault with her seriously as with a apritjr*
and It was useless to try and reason with her,
as the could never by possibility see anything
but her own tide of the ease. She had little
Other education than that given by her desul
tory reading, although the could paint and
play and sing in a pretty fashion enough. She
urge an orphan, and had been brought up chiefly
In a bearding school; the had some property,
sufficient for her needs and uses, under guard
ianship, and Mr. Sanghurst was her guardian.
Whatilr. Sanghurst saw in her to marry—this
same little flattering thing, neither woman
nor child nor elf—was east our comprehension.
But be was going to marry her for all that
and now they were only waiting for the arrival
of her trousseau from Paris, as she entirely
ionised to be married with only a home-made
paraphernalia. All wo oould do was to say we
were thankful it waa no one of ns that was
going to marry her, which as all of us, exospt
the old entenal, young James and the Profes
sor, were women, was rather supererogatory
on our part. Mr. Banghnnt, however, seemed
to be completely satisfied with the arrange
ment, fortunately for both of them': and she
herself was the blithest, happiest little Hitter-
flutter of a thing you ever saw—till Agnes
falrweather came.
We were all staying with Madame Sanghurst,
Wire,at berplaceby the tea, where she usually
lingered till the close of the year, taking care
to fill the honse with cheerful people who did
not mind entumnal galee. Madame Sanghnrst
bad used to stay then in her husband's day,
and she could not hear to deviate from the rou
tine of those happy years of hers; and there
were elwaya a plenty of u« who found it ae
pleasant as she did.
Of course, Iselin—that wee her pntty Ilttlo
absurd name—was always a member of the
Sanghurst femlty; and one never knew, till
missing her, bow much her novel ways, her
reason, of couise, for nothing could he moro
circumspect thaa Mr. Suigliunt’s behaviour;
but because ehe had iwen struck with the per
ception of what sbo was and what ahe ought
to be herself, und with the feeling that Sir.
Sanghurst would be much mon fitly mated to
sn Intellectual and cultured wonum than to a
flibbertigibbet, end to her mind Mr, Hang-
burst’s real wishes and tortes and preferences
in the matter were not so iinportaut os those
which ehe felt they ought to be.
Pcrhepe I should have given Mr. Sanghurst
or his mother aouie hint of tbe state of the
child’s feelings; but it was something too med
dlesome for me to do. So I only tried to con-
role her In s quiet way when she was quiver
ing with excitement at seeing Mr. Sanghurst’e
end MissPhirwcathei's beads together over a
(iarman hook, or Mr. Sanghunt turning thu
music for Mias Fairweather as the sang in her
glorious voice that seemed too large and noble
for anything but the music of oratorios, or
when, worst of all, be joined her in a walk
through the shrubbery or along the beach. Ho
might hold a book with any one of all tho rest
of ns, or sing with us. or drive or walk, it rig-
us rip, vi dui© mill no, til Hiiro ui wniAj isisih*
liifled nothing ut all. But with Miss Fair.
s person for whom ypu were going to make a
great cacti flee, wouldn’t It f I’m not going to
make It for her!" she cried. “I’m not going
to make it for her. It’s for him—all forhim!
I know he’ll bo happier and better, and live
i out his own life, ana all that, with a woman
; thsn with a child, a sprite, a little imp like
me!" And dawn she went crouehlng In tho
pool of salt water and crying tears as salt; and
1 turcceded In palling her ap and getting'her
ent on tbe shingle, ana tamed homeward for a
rapid walk, only after her skirts were dnn
glcd nearly to tbe waist. "Ugh! how col
water is! I’m snch a little thing it wouldn't
take much to drown me, you see," ahe said
spreading her wet skirts as If takldg dancing
steps, and the rest of the way aha waa 01 Joy,
oos si she had been gloomy.
That averring tho wind began to blow; a
light scud of clouds obscured the stars, and
mists came driving in from sea and surround-
ed the honse in spectral sort. It was chilly
with a penetrating chill; and Madams Hang,
hunt had a great log tie built in the drawing
room that might hare mads tho windows re-
temhlc a coast beacon. Iselin sat on’s hassock
in the comer by tbe roaring blase, like a little
. "Do you lilietnavaffs* Fairweather
said to me, sittlngosemorning in tho bay win
dow of mi room, the red sroodbino* and tbe
blue October sky through the mothes making
a strong 'background to her delicato beauty.
“I dont see what Madame Sanghurst asked
her here for. I nerer shall when I’m Mrs.
Sanghurst. She’s sxactly what I particularly
dislike for his companion. 1 always did hate
those intellectual beings—sort of monsters, I
don't think awoman ought to know anything I"
" Why, yes. I like her well enough,” I said,
replying to the original proposition. "Sirs is
Very magnificent in her manners —
, "Yes. She’d be a splendid bead of a boats,
wouldn’t shot I daresay every one thinks
how much finer she’d be at tbe head of Saog-
hurst Manor bare than thla little fool. I’d like
to slap her face for her! That’s what I’d like
to do!"
"Iselin!”
"Oh, yes, you call It what you please, vulgar
and low and all tho rest. Perhaps I am vulgar
‘andlow and all tho rest of UP’ aho cried.
‘But 1 don’t go about stealing other woman's
lovers. And sho'* so superior, so very superior!
There's nothing she hasn’t read—too Hebrew
Scriptures backward and the books of the
Sibyl. And there's nobody ahe hasn’t seen,
from Pinter John to Blind Tom.' And there’s
nowhere the hasn’t been—dorm to the crater
of. Vesuvius and np the top of Cotopaxi. Per
haps aho hasn't bean into Symmss’s Hole. I
wish she’d go there and stay there. There’s
nothing of cootie you can apeak of that aha
doesn’t know about already. I mean to tell
heT tome tlmo that when I was a baby they
took me op in a balloon and we stopped at the
house of the man in the moon, and tha'U aay,
oh, yea, sheBspent a fortnight than once, ai ’
the cream was delicious. She ought to bo
slangy thatpreacntly yon aren't be
properly at all, and you are infecting all the
rest ef us.”
"Not her,not her! I wish I could!" cried
Isdin gleefully. ‘'Hear her talking Greek
roots and things with the Professor—it's dis
gusting In a woman. I’d like to change them
into a couplo of Greek roots if I knew Uhl!"
“Ton are encouraging every wrong feeling,"
I said,with severity, "toward a most estima
ble person.”
“Hhe'a no business to be so estimable and so
handsome, too!” bunt forth IssUn. "Lookat
her great black eyew—they’re bold enough for a
gypsy’s. And she has the colsr of a gypsy
queen. I’mon’--*’“’ ” *
me in the tnn 1
lieis—l with th_.
me In mind of a'woif or some
E sy. I’ll ask her to go Into the snrf and dream
r. I would If I were Mg enough—and it
wasn’t too cold. Oh, Isn’t It dreadful to be so
UttU as I am, net equal to "
"To drowning the people yen don’t like.
Bat really, Iselin, yen mustn’t talk so. Yea
I will he misunderstood. You would like Miss
fairweather vary much, if you knew her."
"I never should! I don’t want to know bar.
1 don’t want to like her. She la Jnst the tort
of aweuan that la hateful tome. Be likes
„ her a great deal too well for me to want t« like
| her lay. Ob,why wasn’t I made toll and dark
land rich colored, with great black eyes and
laomejairt of a mind In my body!" And all at
u In a little heap on the floor
baby. “Oh, tta too bad tor Mm
lttaa Idiot like me. I ought to set
and tall him to mar ~ '
I weather and let ase go off sad
11 te*r rare where—there she _
I know ber step, Its just like the step of the
■ Emprea of all the Indies! Bide me, quick!
I And dont yon tell her a word I say, or I’ll kill
I you! Yes, I will I" And before I could ex-
I postulate, a ad without waiting for any hiding,
I Iselin bail gone skipping oat at the ottaerdoor.
Isinging. "Good morrow,good mother," with a
I voice like a little Ante. Of eaanaysa wonder
I now, as much is I did, why ■ men so learned,
|fcogracious, so elegant and fastidious at Mr.
ISasghnnt wished to marry this teanh-lightof
I s young girl; hot when you have watched men,
a I hare, from a spinster’s post of ohserra-
. for sixty years and over, you will only
• to the conclusion that men are as iaeoa-
It was quite evident that Iselin had chosen
> he jealous of Him Fairweather, for no good
WILL JfOT HATS TOSIAKE LOVE IN ITALIAN AltV BODE,'
weather—that was qulto irtte autre chore. If salamander, ns If aho could never get warm
that did not signify anything she felt very enough. Mr. Sanghurst was having a lively
aura that It ought to do so: and presently tho wronglo with Miss Fairweather about
allair began weighing on her feelings so that a Dantean passage,. and went
sbo lost her sppetito even for her favorite to get bit manoscript, for ho was
snow apples, in whoso red skin tho had been engaged on one of thoso amateur translations
setting her tiny white teeth wherever you where tho help and eounsel of other scholars
s hrr,.)ost Jicr Tgtett (’veil Jm tho are precious. Wbpu he returned they bent
4 vigid ietssoet rand
a piurmur of voice.', arnl now a
liogh,Wii(l now Miss Fairwosthor's silver
tones were rippling through that swoct south-
nil longue, ami non-Mr, Sanghurst was look
ing at her in open admiration ns nlio spoke,
with tho color in her checks and tho lmtor in
her eyes. Other people were singing anil
playing, I was busy with my gold and silver
threads, Madauio Sanghurst was half ajleop
and nodding over her needles, when suddenly
Itclln, all rosy with tho flro and with her
wrath stood on the other side of tlm table be-
fore Mr. Sanghurst aud Agnes Fairweather.
"You will not have to make . Iovo
in Italian any more!" she flashed out. And
, a Ouse Ilk, * little uqnVi.'iduV.
confess IJtiiil iltiuk of speaking to Miss
Fairweather, and asking ber ir she bod not
better cut abort her' visit; but on tbe whole
that seemed a betrayal uf Iselin; and I felt
persuaded her folly would not lost, and
thought it possibly better that she should tee
it safely through, for once and all; and I
thought, for my own part, that the woman of
iwliom I waa Jealous was the last ono whom I
should wish to know it, or have extending to
me her magnanimity, llutyon see, never har
ing had oecaalon, 1 knew nothing aoont jeal
ousy, or the way it possesses one like a mad-
ness, disturb* Itself with falso visions, and
fluds a reason for what nerer existed. Ur.
Saugharst might seek for Iselin, and ait and
stroll and ride with ber, turn to her, appeal to
her, take ber in hlaarma-nothinKtonereyM
was as it waa before; he did all that, she waa
sure, because he meant to be true to her and
to marry her, even though his heart belonged
to a very different person. And to at the went
moaning about the house like an uneasy spirit,
in these golden Indian summer days, her poor
little heart waa half broken within her, and
aha was making np htr mind to a great rcuun-
C A wet really amaslng to see how Igaorant
Mr. Sanghurstkcpt himself of whatwasgoing
on In thu young ferment. But hd evidently
had not tho first suspicion of it Bo was even
so Imprudent os to piaito Hiss Fairweather to
Iselin, and to advise her to profit by her know!
her. Iselin
edge of something or other,
lug his hand at th* i
. hold-
moment; I think the hail
aa good a mind to bite it as over she had to eat;
hut Ih* ceatcnted herself with flinging it from
her like a mitalo with which ahe would like
to bit Miss Fairweather.
Go whira yon would now in tho house, you
mot Iselin in her restless ramble*. Sometimes
die hung a moment looking at some of tht old
Copleys, on* or another of tha Hanghnnl wo
men, at If wondering what-manner of women
they ware and seeking some sort of mutecoua-
icl of them. Sometimes tho sat on Htdame
Sanghunt’* footstool, holding tho old hand
against her cheek, but saying nothing; and
scmetiiSM again she went on long walks, alone,
along the beach, with a feverish swiftness, at
If she sought to tire out tho spirit withiu her.
Once she overtook me. smile or two from
tbe house, and led me a dance Into bogs and
quagmires andthe edge of a frightful quick-
tana, showing me the euriaiitioe and charms
of tho waterside.
"It's not tt all a safe coast, yon know," aho
said, “either to vessels off it or paopla on It.
There’* nothing easier than to get into that
qulchstnd and bo mink down—to Chian for
anything I know. And here—giro mo year
band—attp on that rock—now thla—there!
ISN’T THAT A PgETTV CRADLE!
ian't that a pretty cradio to 11* dosrn in and
let tho ora come np quickly and creep over yon
and nut yon to sleep?"
" Iselin!’’ I cried, “la that a proper way to
talk! What do you mean by it? What would
Mr. Sanghurst say to hear yoa!"
“Mr.Sanghunt!” ah* said, with* bitter,
short laugh. "Be would say how superior Ag
nes' Fairweather was to that sort of thing, flhe
ir—awfully superior. She gives me such fine
id rice! You may call It superior if you Ilka,”
lb* cried loose of her aaddea farter, "letll
it IdsoIcsL If I talked that way to any tat
yon’d call It saucy—you wouldn't? Baev
then lasaj ft amy I Well, but really," aha ad
ded presently, skipping hack to my aid* along
tho Jutting rocks, would be pleasant to Like
as suddenly the waa gone, no ono know where,
and parbapa no onobut bar astonished lover
thought to conjecture where. And as for him,
really, b* had of lata become so accustomed to
her tempers that h* did not regard this aa
anything very especial; and then, moreover, I
Ancyhebad jnst a trifle of righteous Indig
nation that caused him to go buck to his book
as If nothing had boon said. And Agnes
Fairwesthcr’s vole* rippled on, and tha piano
and violin playing waajnst as soft as before,
and nobody bat mo heard tho whistling and
walling of the gathering storm.
There waa no Isolin to bid anyono good
night that evening, and In tbs morning there
wsa no IssUn to mako an Uproar st tbe break
fast table with her "quips and crank* and
wreathed smiles.” But than was uproar
enough outside In thetasstag of the broad olm
boughs, tho muring of the storm, the crying of
the greet white seat, white ou* as Ar as the
eye cduld so* through rqlsta and batata of tain.
It was later in the day before anyono began to
inquire about Iselin, ft being then frill time
that She was either seen or board of.
It was Mr. Sanghunt who came info tho din
ing room aad startled us with hi* tone, "Has
anyone seen Iselin?” And somehow, without
knowing why; there waa an outcry through
the whota houso. "Has anyone toon Isolin?"
And nobody had.
What a day It was J Ifow full.and how fear
ful] Mr. Sanghnrst had his hone saddled and
went galloping through the storm to the next
houso. Isclin’s words and looks of last night
may have rushed aver him with new fore*;
and all tha men bn tha plteo were aent np
and down tho ihore into the town, telegraph
ing and inquiring, and all in vain, while
work and play and alluoet lifolitscif scorned
suspended in the bouse, and still "the storm
raged on.
At nightfall Mr. Ssaghnnt came borne.
There was not a trace of I«din. 1 myself bad
licin out battling with tha tempest as for at
Ibo place aho had shown me the day before;
but the end is was a boiling pit of foam and
spume that nq ana oould approach—only on a
jag of rock there was caught a tiny
Shred of blu* wool, a rag of lastin'*
skirt. It might have caught there tbe day
before, as she climbed and skipped about the
recks, light as a mountain goat. Iiut all that
could be certainly known waa that she waa
gone and that her long waterproof cloak wot
gone with her. They reasoned, with their
white fbee* and Altering tones, that she had
E ne out into tbe storm last night, for her bed
d not been slept In; as yet they hardly dared
state tha supposition to themselvas^h at doubt
less some tide, soma wave, some wash of the
theehore
ad seised
_ _ hardly dared look at
Mr. Haaghnnst; h* did not keep stillh moment;
while as trills and restlaasaa a leaf in tha wind,
out in tha storm aad in again twenty time* an
hour after the dark set in.
And what a night It waa! Th* tempest ro-
-cunded through tho black heavens and th*
house reeked and trembled; th* huge waves
pounded on tho shore tent a thrill through
every timber; tha scream of tha breakers
axle os start and shiver, sheets af rain slap-
pid against the eastern windows with a bee*
that made the heart aver now and then stand
.still in a sense of suffocation. Through It alt
we heard broff a feint repeated minute gnu.
And to think of this lUUa creature oat is all
this tumult of the I'caanta—we eaaM net
think of it. W* could do nothing; bat ire
nuld not ileep. wo did no-, think
of separating for the night; when
the clock struck two wo venatiU in Ike
drawingroom, or going aad coming about the
hmuo- nearly every room In the bona* -was
the last time. His mother went cut to meet
him, and dliss Fairweather started np and
took his hand and led him to a eoat, faint and
dsided from wrestling with storm nud dark
ness. Aud Jnst then, 1 know not why, Or how,
perhaps moved by a sudden blast of cold air
from an opening door, pcrlisps by tho common
impulse of our overstrained nerves, we all
turned lo one of tho long windows, and
there, cloaked to her feet, her head thrown
hack and all her hntr flying In tho wind and
LIFE IN THE COUNTRY.
less some uae, some ware, some wish o
set had swrpt ber In as she ran along tbe i
in Ibe redden firry with which she had a
her desk and ran out. I hardly dared le
bouse; nearly every room la th* boss* .mi
lifhted,and one niter ane th* searching turtles
hid returned, drenched and worn and nnsno-
seafhl. At length Mr. Hingburst came In for
-"JT IS A LITTLE 0H08T."
min, a Ilttlo form leaned against the frame as
If blown there, and a little, whlto face pressed
again the peae, wild and ghaatly with wide-
open eyes flx«d In a sort of horror—not be-
ennso of the storm or any or Its fatal possi
bilities, hut because of Miss Fsirweathor there
leading Mr. Sanghurst to his chair. Sho could
not contain herself. "I see yon! • You mustn’t
think I don'tsoe yon 1” pined her vole* shrilly
abovo tha galo.
"Isolin! Iselin!’’ erted Hr. ftraghurt. - '
"It is her spirit 1" crlsdhts mother, "It is
not Iselin. It is a little ghost."
But almost before onejany spoke, Hiss Fair-
weather had left him, and Mr. Sanghurst had
dished through tho open door In the hall, and
round the nlssza, and hod grasped tho Ilttlo
ghost and brought her In among us, struggling
and fleree. "What In the world Is all this fuss
about?”ahe exclaimed breathlessly.
“Ob, Itelin!" cried tho mother, wringing hor
hands ns If sho lamented her lamenting.
“Yon have given us such a fright! ’Wo feared
you hnd gone, but—wo feared you hal do-
stoyed yonrivlf—or been lost In the storm—"
"What should I destroy myself furl” rried
Iselin. 'JSSasuse i couldn't destroy Mi-1 Fair-
wiatiiMj^Hope 1 have a little spirit! You
must hatjRhguabt 1 was a foul. 'MC*II," she
eo'tflitiurltySflrdWlog off hir.riioaV "TraMLtell
you the truth. I did go out to llo dotrlMntho
cradle and .let tbo waves cover me—but It
stormed to 1 was afraid—and I ran baok and
went up into tbo westattic and atayed there
nntil itahoutd be pleasant again. Idotohato
a storm! And I thought at last I would como
down and get something to oat, and havo a
breath of air, aud found all this to-do, and tho
house lighted as if there wore going to bo a
weddlflg and—"'
"There la going to be a wedding,” said Ur,
Sanghnrst, taking her arms and drawing her
into his own, while eeveral people melted atm-
nJlaneonsly from tbe room, reeling, if they
felt ui did, that they had wasted a great deal
of vitality for nothing. "And that tomorrow,’’
and looking up at him In a slow wonder,
"Whom else should I moan?"
“I thought—Agnes—”
“Miss Fairweather?’’ ho cxclalraod lu great
spirits. "She Is to be married next week her-
■ if to th* professor, Tho ting, and tho cake
and the voil are all ready."
"Oh!” cried Isello then, with biasing eyes,
and totally regardless of any auditors that
were left. "Then that U th* reason! You
would never hare taken me If yen could hare
had her—”
"Hush! you absurd tyrant!" half whispered
Mr. Ssnghurst. “Jealous of a dictionary! I
would never have taken anybody but you! I
lore a lock of yonr hair better you torment-
lugspntc, than 1 could love all the brains and
body of a bine-stocking. And if there were
a Justice of the prare In tho house,
I should Insist on marrying yon hero and now,
that I might nover let you outhf my sight
agslb—"
“Oh!” erled Isolin In something like rent
distress, “I don't wonder yon all thought I
wot a foal, or I nerer would submit to this.
But—I suppose ” and she smothered the rest
with her face In hb breatt. “Are you sure
Country 11A b getting variegated now. Tbo
spring has opened feisty and everything aeenis
to knew It. Tho willows are a palish groan,
tho, maples amaroonlth red, and the peach
trees aro dressing up in all shades of pink aud
white. Tho hens aro laying all around, and
want everybody to tako notice that there b
ono mnrnofgln th* nast. Tha golaaaa?re
cackling and chattering morally and mako a.
much to do over nothing ai a parsol of school
girls at, recoas., Tha turkey gobbler* wings are
ecreping th* ground, and the gaudy peacock
displays hb tail with aa much pride as a orasy
.woman displays hercraxy quilt. Tho Indian
summer's sun shines with a soft and subdued
radiance, and the silver moon reflects the same
geiAlo light by night. It is a good time for a
man to bo at home and enjoy nature and see
wife and children happy nt this relief from *
long, lingering winter, a hard winter, that
brought iu trouble and affliction.
I I am gardening now and hero lot* of help.
The children do all tho stooping and planting,
while ,1'prepar'o tho ground and Mrs. Arp
kindly, sets lu tho piazza and looks on, aad
that always hopes mo up -Blghtly, ssCobe
says. Just so sho Is la sight wo can all work
a heap bettor, for if wo don’t she U apt to
make a remark or two, and If she don’t re
mark at all she looks st ns with a peculiar
tone of voice .that is all the asms. It la a fket
that 1 can work a heap better when under tho
sunshine ot her presence. All day I havo
been stretching tho garden line and opening
Iho rows through tho mollow land. I want
them straight, straight ass boa line, and tha
borders rt might and tho snrfeca smooth and
mellow. Then when tho potatoes and onions
and the pcs, and radishes anu hoots and ekre
gnd early com como up they look like a laud
carpenter had been about. I like these long
beds across a largo garden, for tbo plow can ba
used hy a csrafol band and save a world of
bbor. I did not nae to mind digging, but
now I dodge all work that bends mo
low and strains my antiquated back. I lovo
the perpendlenbr attltad* tho bast, and to the
children drop the pens and plant the onion
sets, and tbs beets, and tbe radishes, and-so-
forth, snd Us up the grapo vines, and rako up'
tho scsttored leaves, and pnino the rose
bushes, and laugh, and talk, ana make a frolic
.am conclusion.
you meon me?" she murmured, looking np.
And then suddenly starting st the toll of tho
clock, "It U striking thro*, atid all thoso peo
ple out of bed:" sbeeicloimed, her rosy face
daxsllng with IM glittering tears and amiiot
aud blushes. “Mr. Sanghurst, I may b* a idol.
I suppose 1 am. But not such a tool *a to bo
married without a vail and a rjedding coke
and all th* rest. And we can’t ppathty ar
range thoso things tomorrow. Besides, it’s
“W* will borrow Mbs Fslsweather’s," said
Mr. Banghnnt. ^
Ho Told TVlial Hb Mother laid.
Fntt the Text* BMUnft.
A lad in school was found guilty of a serious
Infraction of discipline, and wsa dfrartod by Ms
Mtatora pour moth-
is* more dhelpline reports west •anlhometothol
awUicr.
crater directs find walks around and mlx*s
labor with rest and reat with labor in pleasant
<ti:munimi J!qr and anon tbo ehiokens
•lip iAt tli^feeu ga]aor lly over tbo Hneo
ar«l ao le scratching, a^wflie chUdranb dog
grttls u lmle Just where ho oughton’tund when
wo ruu him out ho always takes dowu a ftuih
cave red row with his big feet and tbon Ibavo
to rake it over again. lout spring the pea
fowls eat np the young csbbsgo plant by plant,
aud today they got after the onion sots anil
llfled them out one by one and laid them
down again white wa w.ro at
dinner. There lav always somo trouble
about everything and tbe only remedy bto
watch and work and bo patient Eternal rig*
llsnce Is tho price of a good garden as well as
of liberty. I’ve lost a band tbb spring, a good
hand, for tho wall boy with tho slok logs can
do nothing but alt In hb chair In the arbor and
look on and cheer up Carl and Jassle, and tell
them how to do, Hometlmoa ho holds up by
the lattice and says, "look at ms,” but ha can’t
hold up long, and comas down prematurely
with a heavy thump on bis chair. Sometimes
ws prop lriiu up on i|b crutches with hb back
against tha wall and lot him swing hb helpless
legs for sxsrabs, but be got* about pretty well
on bb all-fours, and says ball just fixed to
play bear with the little chaps, and he bftgs
because bb legs fellow where he moves. Ills
mother and I call him Bsiuli, hut, these chil
dren tonttUmca call him Mephi anil
loniclimet Uuahctb and Hopb
and Both and Maphlbothetit.
tbe ton of Saul who waa lame In both of his
legs. Thera is no limit to tha rollcking mis
chief of children. Tbty will “catch on" to
all the slung that b agoing. 1 triad to break
mlae of saying "chawed" when ono of them
got "set down on.” aad in they couipromieed
on "masticated.” A stranger called to scome
the other day and I heard oae of tho youngest
chapa tell another that paps made a mash on
biiu. Well, I reckon they will get over It
after awhile. They bars to taka till* dite* o
just like having tha measles. On* of the girls
told Carl that be had a dreadful temper and If j
be didn't mend It It would bring biiu into
trouble, aud tba little rascal said: "Well pspa
my* he bad s dtoadfnl Itsmper too when hoi
wo* a hoy, but ho got over
grown, and I am not grow
Ho b tho milk boy now and mK
wo pralso him, Foals* Is a good thing In a
Amity, I like it so wail myself that I dis
pense * good dost of it to tho children when
I kn*w they deserve It. l'nls* for good deed* I
is worth more than avoiding for bad once. Uld
{ ■arenls don't acoid at much as young parents
ut they look aad and show that tbclr reelings
S | hart. Bat still it ball right all around.
■* first children who com* must hsrs rigid
management to mould them in tho right way
snd then the last will have tba influence uf
their guodciompl* and not Rood much whip-
S ing. It Is barefoot times now and Carl Is
■svpy. Be can'wad* in the branch and Jassle
kMSMd with sorrow fer ber. nioibersavsii ii
too soon for her snd has pat ber offfor a mouth,
it nukes ms sorrowful, too, for I reckon I will
never wide in a branch' again. Too late, too
laic. Time out. But I don't tee why. If Judge
Bleckley can wade fia a breach and g!vo no
shock to and tty or good manners I don’t teo
why I shouldn't. Kuppos* wo all break looso
and wade in the breach—women and men,old
and yoonr, rich and poor. Let Judge Jackson
and Jo* Brawn snd old father Norcrots and
tho like throw off the shackles and start out
and the rest will fellow. I would ilk* to ***
them and tholr cslva* wadigg. I feana my.
self ycaterdsy and nio slier * rabbli before I
thought about age and infirmity. 1 was In
th* woods.witb an ax and two boy* and three
decs, and th* dogs jamped a rabbit and ha real
right into us, making for a hollow log, and we
all wsnt lor him aad I fell over the log and
bad hud work to rim again. I tat down and
Mowed like a porpobe. Theaune dog* ran*
rabbit through tba garden today while we
wiic all at work, and th* girls and boyr all
dropped avert thing snd tan and acraamad and
shouted, but 1 never moved. Tko Hks ofthsl
always disSreMO* Mrs. Arn, for she don't leant
anything In the world klfledsTScsrafl to death
or hunted down. Wall, I bsllsv* aha daet ax-
eept some little thiags like bedbugs, rat* and
niskn, and sbo wouldcnt kill them If they
would keep at a respectable distance. Bat sho
w right chicken hearted and loves chicken like
Uber preacher*, thon*h h don't believe sho
ever would cat one if sho had to kill it herself,
fcbo is partial to ojstcra and says they haveut
got life enough to enjoy it, and she think* that
fat hop* were created for sausage meat and
•part rib, and baveut got much of a life to toe.
Whilo I write theso random thoughts there
arc children and grandchildren all around mo,'
kicking up an unusual rumpus. The older
ones had promised a show tonight, and so tliftr
little chips woro put off in tbo parlor until tho ;
show waa ready. “The Dutch Doll” wu tho
show, and after they had fixed up Aunt Betty,
as they called her, they sent off to tho cabin,
and got the cook woman to como In and hide
behind tbe big doll aud play Aunt Betty, aad,
work hor anui, and wipe her non-, nud
talk for her, and slug for her,.
and Z never did seo a passe l of.
children so mystified and interested. Ttujff#
looked around tho room and saw no one of tho
family missing. All hero, and still Aunt
Betty seemed to have voice aod-llfo aud action
and no amount of persuasion couhl indue© tlm
little chaps to go near and shake hands. It
was a good show snd I enjoyed It ns much as
the children. Theso household plays and
frolics are a good part of life’s pleasure to mo:
yet, and give assurance that the time has not:
coin© when tho grasshopper shall be a burden.
Aa long as I lovo to see others happy I am f
content to llyo. 'j.-if ',- DillAup. rr
;■* ‘ icriroB mubdeb. ' /T!
Story of n Fatnoti* Trial In . North
l . ©r > ? Carolina, •'
Asnv.vn i.F, N. March K—[Spcci*!.|—
•Since the 8th of the present month the most *
notable criminal trial that has ever occurred
in tho history of this section of tho state has
been in progress In this city. Tho defendants
are William IT. Jones and Frank P. Jones, hi*
son, charged with the murder of a fam
ily of four i*rsons. Tho courtroom ha*
been daily filled with an eager crowd of
liftenerp, anxlon* to bear tho solution of the
mystery, whether it was simply a terrible acci- r
dont or a most horriblo crime, and if the 1st.
ter, to watch with keen interest tho step* -
taken by the state to fig tho perpetration of'
the murder and arson upon the dofendauts. .* *
On tho 4th day of April of last year tbe in*
formation reached this city thnt'1'orria Joyce,
an eyed and respectable planter, together with
his wholo family, had Leon burned with his
house.* The Joyce homo was an humble dwell
ing, built after tho fiiahiou common with the >
pioneers of. this section—a log-house, eighteen ;
feet wide aud twenty-four foot loug.it story
and a half, brick chimney, with large c
atone and fireplace cxprtsslvoof hospitality, t
Kuch waa tho habitation of theso inoffonslm r
farmer people. It was located some fourteen
miles weitof this city, fleer tbe valley of Horn- •
Juy creek, and in,a little covo which, ftclng .
the northeast, catches tbo first beams of tho
morning nun. Ah one gnac* on this quiet
little valley, under tbo shadow of the groat
mountains that In,nud It. ouo cannot fail to
feel tho violent contrast there in between crime
aud tho pcacefulnosa that seems to fall like a
benediction upon the scene. On Saturday, tho
4th of April, the startling intclligcuco of tho
destruction of a wholo family bemmo current
among the neighbor* of the docaased, aud tha
following moraleg—dnnday— brdtgkt the coro
ner and an immonso number of people tho
scene. There wero tho smoldering mini of
honest, (ndustriouft, frugal ohl l'crriu Joyce's
borne, aud among tho aanos tho bones of him-
h If, MnrgaicL Joyre. hi* daughter, Mary Ui- «,
and n boy, a grandchild of tbo old man.
Tbo coroninl verdict was murder at tho
bands of parties to tbo Jury unknown. It waa
rumored at the time that old man Joyce had
silver and gold in Ms Possession a short time
before tho burning. Hence suspicion of rob
bery for money was directed to somo negroo*.
They were arrested, and no proof being found
against them they wero rcloasod. Months
went by. No clue dt any perpetrator could bo
pointed out. Much was tho question discuased
as to whether it weyo poasiblo for all four of
those peopio accidentally to burn up in their .
beds. Most who suske of tho matter thought
this impossible. Rewards were offered by tho
governor, by tho county and by private indi
viduals. Detectives went to work. In August
two citizens, among tho most prominent in
their section of tho county, wero arrested, to
the astonishment of all savs tho detectives aud
a few others, and were lodged iu jail bore
charged with tho terrible crime.
bliss Mary Rico, one of tho victims, lived at
Perrin Joyoo’s. 8bo bad said u few weeks
la-fore tho tragedy, that ono of tho sons of de* ,
fondant William If, Jones, had made a felo
nious assault upon her. Hho said she would
have him indicted. This was tho starting
point for tho detectives. Tho industry and
skill of the detectives aided by tho offorta of
citizens in tbo community whero the tragedy ,
occurred have brought into tho coho over Aw ,
witnesses. Tho deft use have had an ©V'.al
number, hence tho timoconsumed iu tho trial.
Tho stato introduced testimony to *how that
the nenior defendant said Mary Rico should
(or could) never testify against a son of his in
ronrt; tbst tracks seen near tho site of Joyce's
house, corrcutxiudcd with tnu-ks made hy tho
defendants k coming from a certain board .
jOI 8#oere they say > Tbty Ala bn .
at work, and whh h was on tho mountain side,
Just above the seem? of tho tragedy; that tk*
junior defendant was seen puttiug out the
tucks rr ado l»y him and his father leading
from the board pile; that ono prisoner, on tko
night of the incarceration of defendants, heard
us defendant eay, “If we had coino the rood
nstcsd pf coming by the hoard pile, they
would never have mlitruttcd ns.” While on
the other hand, tho defonac havo introduced
witnesses to show that Jones, 8r.. said Mary
Rice never could testify against his son, for (os
tbe popular notion is) she would not be
allowed to do so when ho showed her to bo not
worthy of belief, that tiro tricks seeu
sear the house place, while similar, are not
identical with tho »traeks ot defendants: that
tin-junior detVndaut walkrd in tracks in the
ploughed ground, end leading from board pile,
because fie was returning to board pllo, and not
for the purpose of obliterating tracks; that, as
to the conversation in jail, they simply meant
that if they bad gone tbo road, instead of
going throuph the field, on their way foe
bosrd pile, they would not havo been thu*
charged with this crime. .All the evidence is
circumstantial, and tho most unbouuded in
terest manifests itself In regard to the caw in
all its almost endless details.
te nr Lira In (lie City nf Mexico.
Mexican houses are built.' They are square
plastered out>.Me and decorated. Many arc three
and tour stories In height The windows, which
arc always curtained, arc finished with Iron bal
conies.
If von ask a native In regard to the sex of a bsby
k# Will not tay ft Is a boy or ft Iv a girl, but “el
boralre” (a man) or “la mojor" (the woman). All
•flbrta fall to make them ray “hljo” (son) or “hlja^
(dantbter). . * ,
"As a common thing here a sir! of Il ls not happy
unlrMihchasa baby, bat with all that tbejr are
siost gtnsrmw with them. Much amusement waa
caused 'the other dsy by an American asking a
■.retty little black-eyed girl If the botwcJng babo
tied to her hack was bers. “Hi, senor, and yuurs,
over the city, reminding one of aMNW PgJ*-
They wear white caps \sua numbers ou. Wuo
ini.•, nickel buttons. A raacc.now tatasa tha
plare/wnjonrwww former dare. At night they
don an overcoat and hood, which makua there
iiuu like tlieplfl turuaof veiled knight*. Their
red lanterns are left In the place thay
dnrlogthe day Umc, while lory retire
doorway where, it l* mM, thCf »lC<rp 0* soundly re
little brethw u.
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