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ATLANTA GA? TUESDAY MU-RNINGr. JULY 6 1886
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"How I Wrote a Storjf."
By Tender Broock.
Copyright I SSI, by S. 8. McClure. AH right* re-
'•erred.
Irma good naturcd men—I know Iam—
hat, then, oren the moet good tutored penon
sometimes feels hi* good nstore * burden to
| himself, oven though it msy bo n blessing to
his Mend*, hat, let me explain. Ismsbsehf
dor, not sn old one, yet ore long I will here]
leached that—for n bachelor-rather doubtful
nge of fifty. I can, without • blush, proclaim
myself not ill-looking; I have a competency,!
and—I am good naturcd.
This sums np the list of my virtues. To a
man of means with no near relation, and in no
dear relation with one of the sex feminine; to
a man not caring for society, for society's rake,
end not being willing to be a slave of fashion
(embodied In society) for the merely superflfl
cial pleasure of being amused in a not larger!
percentage than one-tenth of.the time he is I
bored, to such a man, I say, time hangs weari
ly. Thus It was with me. I was comfortably
Situated In a retired and arlstocratio boarding,
house in Philadelphia, I bad all that a man of]
my occupation could desire, saving an oecopsH
tion that would suit me. I tried amusements
—theatres—but, after one has seen the really
fine prodc ctlona of Europe sad earlier yotrs in
America, ono scarcely ftols satisfied with such
flimsy productions as “Hob-Goblins” and oth
ers of its class. After attending one of these
performances, and seeing nothing bnt such
plays advortised, I gavo up theatres in disgust.
I then thought of traveling, but tho idoa of
draughty cars and porters with their minds
Solely occupied with the sixe of their fees
made mo hurriedly discharge my mind of all
thoughts of a Journey and its attendant dis
comforts.
At last in a fit of weariness and disgust with
myscif, 1 laid down tho "Brownbsek” magazine
1 had been reading and took adesperate resolve.
I would write ono of thoso abort stories that
nro so much in demand. I would lay In a large
stock of pens, Ink and neper and devote my
energies and nnocenpiea time to alternately
drawing my pipe ana my characters. I will
admit the Idea at tint appalled bnt X, meta
phorically speaking, I took my sol f to one side
and reasoned. Why should I not attempt it,
It is easy enongh. Let me get a horo with dark
eyes, a heroino with blue, a match making
mamma, a atom bnt withal kind-hearted un
cle; let me take them from the city to tho
country, or vlco versa, lot mo tangle them all
up a Httlo—a very litllo—(short story readers,
as a r ule, du not llko too timgjcd a thread to
follow) ict mo judiciously spread over tho
whole n coating of short-story 1 -#-:X e* r *.ft
bring everything to a close that wib please
both myself and my readers—and behold I am
s short story writer,
I persuaded myself that this was easy
enough, and Immediately atarted on my self,
imposed task, I began by what 1 considered
my moist Important feature, my heroine, and
aa it la best to be able to study yonr main char
acters from life, I glanced around me at din
ner one day to aee If our dining-room hold any
material worthy of being welded to adorn my |
as yet spotless paste. Hardly had I commenced
my survoy when I eaw that I need go no further
—my vis a vis would yield me n mine of
charms. She wu one of those charming, re-1
tiring damsels that one sees so oftsa in engrav
ings, to rarely in life. She had one defect—tho I
wss dark—but still I did not think that an In
surmountable difficulty; she was dark, asl said I
but ma fol (It la alwaya as well ns in short sto
gies to introduce a few common-placo French
words that everybody uudontands), but ma
fol, ahe was richly dark; her black hair was
thick, and arrangod with dexterous simplicity,
ber complexion olive and yet tinted with the
colon that nature with her dainty touch alone
could blend; her eves were dark ns Erebus,
ovenbsdowed by deep, dark lashea whleh lay
forever on her cheek. Her attitude wss aiwsys
“Kstuie’s modest child.”
llshcd, bnt I would prefer to abstain from self-
atticism," (all thla with an entirely uninter
ested air.)
I then plunged Into tho matter headlong.
“Miss Wclton," I began, with a tone that
rivaled Booth’s impassioned utterances, “Miss
Welton, I want yon to assist me In a literary
undertaking, wul yon not aid n struggling
mariner in the sen of wonto?”
She looked at me with more interest than
•he had ever before evinced, and I saw that f
had cast my fly moet dexterously.
“In what way can I beof use to yon, Hr. Black?
Eemember I make no pretentions to literary
excellence. I am afraid yon will bo disap
pointed.” •
"Believe me, Hiss Gwcncth, if I aak you to
aid mo it la because I feel assured yon csu.”
“Let me hear, and if I can, I will be pleased
to do io.”
“Von promlM?” I said eagerly.
“Certainly.”
Thereupon I unfolded my abort story plan,
dwelling particularly upon my loneltneas,and
the pleasure I hoped to derive from my under
taking; tho difficulties I had met with (natural
ly suppressing my intention to oseherua
heroine), and my general despondency abont
my ineceu, aa I lacked one—the main point, a
S ot. In fact, I led her to believe n forlorn
chelor pining for eomethlng to do, by a lucky
chance thinking of tho abort story and having
my maohinery (pens, link, paper) clogged for
want of oil (a plot) to sot them to work. She
fell In with my views at once, and becoming
more end more interested is the Idea grew, the
asked me If I had, In nay pray, decided on n
theme.
“No.” I replied, “Ihavono more than a vague
idea of what its nature should be; something
with love In Jt, of conns, hot how to carry It
ont I confess I am at n loan.”
Uy plan was to perenads her, If possible, to
concoct some sort of n plot for mo, and byjour
intercourse daring its progress to enable ms to
judge of her character, a tree idea of which
wu my goal. To my surprise my powers of
persuasion did not bars to bo pat to s test, u
with a sudden lighting np of hsr face, u
though the taw her way clear to some point
evolved from hor inner consciousness, ahe said,
“Agreed, Hr. Black, gin me till tomorrow
evening and I premise yon s plot st which we
both msy work, and of which wo both will ap
prove.”
Saying which she repaired to her room leav
ing me wondering at the comparative cue with
which I had gained my lint point.
The following day,lor a wonder, we had the
pleasure of His. Welton’a company to luncheon
and as, of course,[sho was too fatigued to go
Immediately to her room and rested eomo In
tho parlor, I had an opportunity to pay my
devoirs,
“Here,” thought I, “i« a good chance to got
me further information lit regard to my he-
ty, aha received mo so greclooily and eoemed
so sorry when our conversation wu interrupt
ed by Langley that I began to feel—or to hope
—that I had touched her heart. Hr*. Welton,
too, had seen onr Increasing Intimacy and a
proved of It, I feel sure, for I wu received wit
additional emllea at my every appearance, and
wu almost—almost persuaded to read our tale.
But by command of Gweneth (f had left off
the Hiss by this time) I abstained.
We had now arrived nut the clou of onr
story; we had studied Langloy in every mood,
and felt rare that onr lover wu tree to the life,
though my lady wu declared slightly modi
fied. UeanwhUe I had been gathering mate
rial for my own plot, and had gleaned many
bints from my intercourse with Gwoneth, so
that I had every reason to bo pleased with my
first attempt, though bnt oommenoed, at an
thonhip.
At last arrived the momentous evening when
we disarmed how we ahoald close onr story. I
proposed during it with the old lady’s submis
sion to the Inevitable and mutnal bliss, “No,”
said Gweneth, “I Jhtve s better plan, 1st ns
finish It with the letter the eloping conplo send
to their memos; let ns have It close by her
reading it and leavo to the imagination of tho
reader the rest”
I myself thought that would bo best, bnt I
naturally demurred st first, u every man does
when eomethlng la thought of by n woman
that he ought to have thonght of hlmeeli;
bnt at length it ires agreed to aloes it u ebo
desired, and she wu Intrusted, st her own re
quest, with tho lade of writing the letter,
This wu on Tuesday, and she thereupon gave
mo permission to retd our story to Hra. Welton
on Thursday afternoon by which tlmo sho
wonid hove the letter ready.
I at on(O completed the tele ready for tho
final toneh and must confess that u I read It
over I fait t tings of jnstifisblo pride porvsdo
my trams. While I am preparing for tho mo
mentous reading, Langley continued hit at
tention* to Gwoneth, whom I felt that I had by
this time safely won, and t fairly made np my
mind that after the reading I would uk hsr to
join mo In a partnership more luting than tho
ono litarstnre had oonlirred upon na.
At length Thnraday arrived, not without
trepidation in both onr hearts, though why it
should be so In Gweneth’s wu more than I
could determine, for I had to do the reading
while she merely had to hand mo tho letter.
Still, thla particular Thursday soemod to ofloct
her even more than me, and to a much greater
degree.
When I entered Hra. Weiton'a sitting-room,
with my manuioript In my hand, I found ber
daughter kissing her and just about to losve.
“Surely," I laid, “y
to hear too reiding?”
you are going to remain
“ Voile,” said I, (I want to get Into the habit I
of using those French words.) ” Voile, I have
my heroine,” The next thing wu to become I
acquainted with her and find ont If any
match-making mamma held tha reins of power.
It is not necessary to axptela my wtlee to at-|
tain that object, let it enffios to uy that my
point wss gained when I wu her partner at a
card party, given by ono of tho guests, from
whicn time all wu plain sailing; f became the
devoted friend (to a small extent) of hor, and
(to a large exten) of her mamma—for therol
wu a mamma—In n remarkably short space of
time; I never blessed my Instructor in onchrel
ao much u when with n dexterity worthy of n
Talleyrand, I learned tho following beta;
Hamms wu tho widow of Colonel Welton, a
Msiftcbuiett* officer daring tho war, bat who
has been deceased tome ton years. Hrs. Wel
ton wu aristocratic, ao much so that ahe conld
not come down to breakfiut, wu usually too
fatigued to attempt to come for luncheon, and
generally preferred having her dinner In hor
room. We were only favored with her com
pany, perhaps, once a week, when she would
make an effort to corns to dinner, and then
woold repair to tho parlor to rest before re
suming her journey. Hrs. Welton intended
staying in Philadelphia for sometime, u her
daughter Gweneth wuitudylng art, (from the
tone in which I got this Information I judge 1
that art wunottb* only reason for the Phila
delphia visit.) Hrs. Welton “wu very much
pleased to have met me, and thanked me so
much for my kind attention to her daughter
who, toor thing, bad ao few amassment*
here.” and a gnat deal to the asms effect. In
bet, to class it in one word, Hra. Welton wu
• Boston lady.
But with the daughter I did not appear to
make so much headway, she wu so quiet and
reserved that at first I thonght my attempt at
character study would scarcely be n success;
however, nothing daunted, I persevered In my
endeavor to bneoiae the “(Head of tho fismily.”
In s boarding home, particularly one of tbs
states occupied by oars, it it not very difficult
to lecture to on extent tha Mend or almost
whoever yon wish, bnt withal I found my task
no easy one with Hiss Gwoneth. I practiced
all tbo manoeuvres that thought and exepc-
rienco had taught me; I lent her books—msg-
aziuec—every thing I could think of to Interest
he i in mo—all, sll were msless. She received
them politely, thsnked me very sweetly ter
-them, end took no more notice of me then If I
was, u Indeed I seemed to be, a common
earlier,
I tried Mrs. Welton again and learned from
1)1 r that her daughter had liarary as wall si
artistic tasks. This determined me to site npt
my last, sad, I hoped, raccteafol coop.
Om evening after having performed my
ore. duly with tho periodical. t opened fire-
“koo, I understand. Him Welton, combine
litemy Inspirations with your artist's skllL
“SomtTmat,” wuthsreply, “Idosometime!
attempt s little in the line of writing.”
“And sro yon mccessful?”
“That I would scarcely tike tony; It is tree
that same of my productions hxve been pub-
some
rolne,” (for «o I called hor.)
To make a beginning I told Mrs. Welton or
onr plan. She wu delighted. "So glad we
were getting to bo such good friends, she must
hear sll about it.” and so on. From certain of
her remarks and insinuations I judged that I
looked upon from rather a fivored n- . -
f.w, which, 1st ue ea_.s, did not dlipleosY
me, for,I must ccufcss, the black eyes had been
lighting a fiamo in my heart that I had long
ccreidcied dormant.
In the course of onr conversation I gathered
the additional fact that my young, innocent
Cleopatra had sn admirer, and I imagined
quite a fervent one, u it was mainly on hisj
account the visit to Philadelphia ensued.
“You see, Ur, Black,” mid Ure. Welton, “my
daughter rated nothing for the man, and if sho
had, my desire, of oouree, would be paramount;
moreover, be wu not tho kind of n person 1
would wish my daughter to marry. In the
first place, be is quite young, and I objected to
qnlte yonng men u husbands.”
This I prided mytelf wu sn objection I
would not have to overoome.
“Hois, beridee," she continued, "intrade,
something I most decidedly object to, for
tboogh he is wealthy, I do not with my daugh
ter'* husband to bo nnder tho thnmb of an ab
sorbing business.”
This aphorism wu delivered with s hauteur,
(I flatter myrolf I can bring in those French
words very successfully), with s hauteur equal
to the free sing dignity of n Csstlleun Grandee,
I again felt that not being in trade, my pros
pects of having tbs black eyes to look into mine
for life were, to my the lout, hopeful. For by
this tlmo I had become firmly persusded that
in mamma's tyes, Many rets, I wu an eligible
son-in-law. The evening cams attest, and with
it tha outlined my plot. It wu well conceived,
very well conceived. It began by bringing
the hero and heroine together at a seaside
retort, where their vows were made; it then
took them to tho city, where the mamma en
tered her veto; they were then separated for
awhile, but eventually, by the devotion of the
heroine and eklll of the hero, they met, eloped
and apprised tha aatounded lady of their mard
rage whilst enjoying their honeymoon.
Whoa Hiss Gweneth and I were diacossing
whom wo should have for onr characters. 1
ventured to suggest that some one like herself
might do for the young ledy; this, to my surM
moulding onr chief feminine character, while
Him Gweneth henelf wu to undertake tho
hero. A lucky thonght of here, however, pat
ns In Immediate possession of Just tbs neodfol
character for tho lover. A gentleman who had
bnt recently arrived teemed to onr eyes to
combine nil tho ootward requirements, and
who (to enable ns to Judge of his other quali
ties) wu to b# Introduced to Hits Gwoneth M
soon u I should become acquainted with him
myself. Tbit I found singularly easy to ac
complish, and Itwu not long before Mies Wal
ton's wish wu fulfilled and ahe was face to face
with her (or rather onr) hero. For a gentle
man bnt recently introduced, I thought he
monopolised a grant deal of Mias Gweneth's
attention, though ahe doubtless devoted herself
to drawing him out for purely literary mo
tives.
We ascertained from Ur. Langley, (for to
wuhe named), that Boston wu his natlvncity,
and u ha know qnlte a number of the young
lady’s Mends, the evening wss scare* over till
they became almost tut Yrienda. From that
evening I got n truer Insight Into Hies Welton'*
character, as I taw with what energy sho pur-
•nod her self-imposed investigation. At such
opportunities u we conld get we compared
notes, and wrote our storynjec* by pioco,uuttl
we felt we were erectiifea most elaborate
abvetnn.
Despite Mr*. Welton’* oft-repeated requests
I absolutely refuted to give her any iakl mg of
our plot, or to read any portion to har until it
ss completed.
It wu dlfficnlt for me to find ranch time in
which to confer with my re-labocor, for oar
su:
iy have to give way to my fair partner’s In-
veatigatioo.
Thu time want on, onr story, slowly, bnt
surely, progressing, myself and Hist Gwen-
•th becoming batter and hotter «ogn.intfd
with Hr. Langley, tboogh, strong* to any, I
never found It possible to introduce him to
Hra. Welton, for tboogh ha expressed Us
desire to meet hor, ho unfortunately war
compelled to be out tho only evening oh*
ever fovond ns with hsr eomptay. As for
myatlf I felt that I wu steklag n decidedly
favorable to frets!** «a toy duk-hairod be in
'No,” she replied, “I unfortunately have an
engagement which I had almost forgotten, and
which I must keen. Hero Is tho letter,” si
which she handed it to mo.
“Thank you; this fulfills your nart of the
contract,” raid I, about to open it.
“Slay,” she baa lily exclaimed, *'I must beg
of you not to open it till you have read to
whore it is needed. It will thou appear more
like a real letter.”
. “ Vast ss you command,” f gallantly replied,
“your wishes are my laws; and when miyi
commence the reading?”
“In half an hour, atthreo o'clock prccisoly,
wc must continue our system of method to the
end. I hope mamma will bo u pleated u I
am.” saying which, ahe kissed Hrs. Walton
again, bowed gracefully to me, and followed
[ by my admiring xsto, left tb* room. I thonght
that I would take advantage of the half hour
left me to give some hint of my intentiooc In
regard to Gweneth to Mrs. Welton, who readi
ly nnderatood me, and wa wars mutorally
pleased at what wu still unspoken between ns.
Whan tho little clock on the mantle-piece
chimed three, I opened my manuscript, sad,
without more ado, oommancad. I took Hrs,l
Welton the sea side, then to the city, then
back again—interrupted here and there by her
tpplenae and exclamation! of admiration—and
finally got ber highly interested intbo “Tale
of Two Lovon.” Time time wore on, Hrs.
Wclton giving more and mors applann, and I
reading more and more earnestly, nntit I came
to tho final description:
“Mm Forester wu walking reatloaaly to and
fro, from tho piano at one end of tho room to
the delicate lace cnrtalns at tho other; her
morning wrapper—an achlavament of high
art—wu dishevelled; u ahe looked for n mo-
mrnt from th* window, ehe plnekod nervously
I st the embroidered lace kerchief at her waist.
In doing ao tore it; and then with a quick, half-
angry movement, threw it from hsr.
Impatiently the rang the bell, at the appear-
sneo of the servant, in anxious tones she
asked—
“No nows, Williams?”
‘ None, mum,” wu the sententious answer.
“Go,” should, with an impatient wave of
her bend, end the laeky disappeared.
Thus for over an hour, to and fro, mourning I
for hor daughter—
“Would ahe send no word to toll where ah*
wu, and why aba Had? wu this some girlish
joke, or wu eh*”—hor brain could hardly
frame tha thonght—"or wa* the dead?”
Flying from ons thought to the other she at
length sank dejected into a fautonil, only to I
start up anxiously u a load peal at tho boll
betokened » visitor.
She waited with her band pressed against
her bosom to quell her testing hurt. Atlengtb
the servant entered bearing n letter on n salv
er; she snatched it from him eagerly, tore tho
enclosure from th* tnvolop and hair with re
lief and half with Indignant exasperation
read—
And here I stooped to take tho letter from
the table where I had laid it, and noticed for
the first time that it wu addressed to "Hrs.
Welton.” "Why,” said I, aa I apprised her of
the feet, “what can it mean?”
“Soma whim of Gwanoth’a, I suppose,” ahe
laughingly replied, “bnt let me rend It for
myself.”
1 bended tb* letter to her. She opened it
and read It tbreugb, while I watched her
smilingly, anxious to are how tha conclusion
of our story woold Impress ber.
She teemed half-stunned when ehe had fin
ished, end turning toward me uid In ■ hard
tone utterly at variance with ber tuna! silvery
one:
“ Bead, read.” then taming laid har head
dejectedly upon ber hand, ana throngh rising
tun gsecd oat of th* window.
I Utterly at n lost to find n reason for this
eatraoidlnary emotion, I took tho Utter and
inad:
Dkac Mauua : Cupid's tale U finished,and
tha brido la won. Fain wonid wa have spared
yon rack a parting, bnt yon parted as, denied
as yonr constat, tad drove ns to onr pretest
conn*.
On on know w* an* for yonr forgiveness
and year pardon. Yon will net withheld II
from as? Ask Hr. Block'! Indulgence for onr
barm Ira* joke, and if this latter mite hit story,
let him use It with th* best wishes of hero and
heroine.
■ Jack akd Gwesetk Lakulcy.
* e • e e e
I am still a bachelor.
■ I bare attempted no more short stories—
nor shall I.
Bat Not the I’andlss of UM Shirt-Maker.
From (be Oakland, CaL, Enquirer.
White shirts ere selling at thirty-five ><mU
soiree. B bo uj* Csllfornta is not n good conatry
fOflbgpoor seen?
BETSY HAMILTON
Xho Oiuloos feopte Sko SCSI 00 su Tram-Tbs Prop 1
•ratios* tut sat, 0*1 sad piok am Bator*
IriTtnt-Thar lay a SpMM*d Brown
Aplecr.wblob ****** tbnn Upplib.
Hits curia how many different sorts of folks
a body sea* when they are a rldln’ abont on
tho kan; folks from all over the world, and
•gwino every wharf; some s movin’to ono
country and somo t'other, rams n gwino
on business, and somo on a frolic; tome
laughin’ and talkin’ and u happy u
baby with a stick of candy; tothera tollin’ thor
folks good byo and a cryln’ Alien to kill they
selves; somo a reedin' of tho morein’paper and
n lookin’ on-conaamed, not a keelin' who
langhs nor who cries, and some a lookin’ on
watebin’ tothera.
We'ons wu a cornin’ home on the pretty
Georgy Facifio road lookin’ away ont of tho
ksr winders at tho Eonneuw mountains and
down at tho deep trossie that makes yonr
head swim, and at tho twists and turns in the
road anayyandcr n head of you and yon think
Its another road fol yon git np to it; then wo
come to a tnnnel and it wu so dark Cousin
Pink sho most taken a fit; yon sea Cousin Fink
sho dont llko tho dark at all—day nor night—
sho ’lows it smothers her.
Wo riz by times that mornin’ in Atlanty and
dono right smart chauco of tradin’, and wu
plum tired to start with. Wo taken up the
biggest half of onr tlmo a try in’ to match
piece of speckled kalikor. Hit wu Siry An
Jl.-ickborry’a last summer's Sunday frock, an
she aent tho examplo of it by ns to git her
enough to make her frock ovor Into tho
fashion. Cousin Fink sho hid tho example
and dose her levolest to match it and bothered
them clerks to pull down ovory yard of
speckled kalikor thoy had in tho store and
told ’em ovory tlmo itwu forSary Ann Hack-
Lorry and she wanted it to mat' h Iter last sum-
nicr’a Sunday frock, and if they flung down ono
l-leco of kalikor 1 know in reason they llnng
down a hundred, and dont you know thoy wu
mad a blazes, bnt they Jesgrinned and cust
never done no good; her word wns out to
match that ar piece of speckled kailkcr and
sho wu a gwlne to do it or dio try in’, anil sho
hunted the town over and nover found it at
last.
He and Cal and Cousin Fink all bought us a
rough-dried frock; we takou it oiTn the samo
bolt and they let ns have it cheaper. They
cell it crinkle cloth and hits got the right
name. It luita town folks exactly on secount
waWhen it got* dirty you Jei
ranch i'y.aAbVu dry it and its ready to put on,
van do' . ate.-larch it nor iron it. Aunt
Nancy abc made a sight of fun of it and Mowed
•hi, wouldn’t bo kelcbod with it on; sho
wouldn’t wear no aortor frock tbst you
couldn't starch u stiff u a board and iron as
slick u a ribbln.
We’nns wu monstrous tired and hid to foot
it to tbo kar shed or pay a quarter a pleoo to
one of them tbar hacks, and Cal sho Mowed it
looked too much llko a throwln' of money
sway when twenty-five cents wonid buy us a
Sunday bat. ao we atrnek a tret to tbs kar.
Tha conductor he hollered sll aboard and
we’una scrambled In a dnppln’of our bandies
u we went. Two nice men ris and gin us a
•cat; tho kar wu plnm crowded, aetheyeay
that* tha way it la inginnarly pnty nigh all
irgy Pacific, ~ '
the time on the Georgy Pacific. But agang ol
hoys and gala wu on that mornin’ a twin* to
n picnic ont on the Chattahoochee river, and
they filled npth# kar. I never iced so much
' 'in’and laughin’■ gwlne on over nothin'
my life, but I druther aco folks laugh
over nothin’u to nover laugh at all. Two
famllita was a movin’ to Birmingham, ono a
man, hla wifo and a amort little boy two years
old, iother wu a dutch 'onurn with n gang of
little whit* headed Chilian, plnm little fidget*
that ktp n rnnnln’ np and down twlxtthe
seats and wasn't still a minute; satin’ all tbs
tlmoaadadrappln’ofornmbaall ovor every
thing, and drinking water and splllln’ on the
seal* end gittln’ cinders in ther eyes, and whin
ing and ftcitin'and tormentin' or ther mammy.
The little baby In ber arms elept all th* eray
end lsnghed in Its sleep. Hit wu the bap-
zilcst of tho gong. Tho old ’oman’a face
looked sorry; she said In her dutch talk; “Ah
an* to baby loft now van it voah lectio, but
blima bye ven It vocb gits old like mo it no
loft at all, any more; ven trouble come* amllaa
gosaanay.”
A young boy abont sixteen wore epees, ho
had neon to Dr, Calhoun to have hla eyas
doctond. Ho looked sick and sad and dltap-
pinted. Two boya abont hit ago tot in front
of blm, they bad good oyes and Iookod wail
and happy and ba beam ’em tall abont gwlne
a fishin’and buntin’ and how marts fan thoy
bad, and I fait lorry for him. Tbs train
stopt and them two boys got offends ran
away married courts taken tbar seat and ha
was abont half tight, and I reckln ha told her
forty times, “wa are done married now and I
dont kcer of they do hatch ns; they cant git
you away from mo now, ken they? say, ken
thay?” Bot eh* never made him no answer,
ehe Jei sot and cried and her note and ayes
wu nd and aha looked like she wished sho
wu beck at home with her mammy, and If eha
didn’t 1 know in reason shejwill. I wu sorry
for os* poor ’omen with n toothin’ tick baby,
ft cried alt the timo when ft wu awake, ana
eha walked It and bounced it np and down,
knocked on the winder and talked to it and
tang to it, and done ovor thing to quiet It, and
meet wore barest out anuria’ of It, and her
old man be eot tbar onconaarnod end read bis
snd never offered nairy time to toko it.
lo’t bepbut notice the difference. Tbs
big boy with the epee* laid hit bead on hi*
pnw’a shoulder and went to steep.
A* pop lays it takes n hcaper sorter folks to
mak* a world, and ram* of ’em mighty kora.
When we got footer down tho rood w* over
burn two women a talkin’, one wu red beaded
toother wu brown. On* axed totber how for
•be w*s a gwlne and they etrnck np n chat.
Bedhead lowed, “Pm a tskln’ thaw two Chil
ian to hla Jpeopte.” “Iahodatd?”aaya Brown
head. “No ha slat dead, but me and hlas
parted.,’ ‘Taws," says Brownhesd, parted!
why I believe I'd rnthcr dte u to part from
iy ole men; I’d rafter death mity nigh ’fore
*’d quit him; I believe I’d rather dte. “Well,”
ays Bedhead, “yon would or died if yon’d or
lud to stood what I stood.” “Dost ho never
want to mao hock?” uy* Brownhesd. “Oh!
yea, and I’ve done lack him hack, and tack
blm back, snd lock him lack tel I’m plus
tired. I’v* tack him buck my test time. I
n*ver wants to Mt ayes on him no more, hi*. I.
dont wish him no harm. I aim to run tho law
on him and make him rapport thcao hero Chil
ton of Mate, and ef he dont do It I lows to
pcnltcn ther hliEIMMM my asm* is Becky.”
'And yonr n*.:i.«'i Becky to it, and wh '
and him’* been marrid now gwino on fifteen
year and its been “Homsy” and “Sugar” ever
acnee. He cate me Honey and I call him
Sugar, and nairy cross word halnt never
parted betwixt ns. And Mis’ Berdyne, shore
u your namo’a Becky Berdyne of you takes
my advice and goes home and calls him Sugar
and he calls yen Honey and yon treats him
Ilka yon wants him to treat yon—”
“Anniston! chango cars for Talladega!” and
we'nns never waited to hur whether His 1
Beidyne tnck the advice or not.
Bxtqv Hamilton.
TERRORIZED JURISTS.
Thrilling Experience of Two Lawyers With
a Bear,
From tho Bon Francisco Cell.
In the foothill* of Sonoma county, not
many mllca from the town of Petaluma, thsro
la n neat, cosy country house, built on n knoll.
It is covered with climbing roeea, white, pink
and yellow, carefully trained, and the foliage
•nd bloaaom Is hero and there lntortwtnod
with jessamine and English honeysuckle,
From n broad portico In ftont of tho building
one obtains n view that la enchanting. At
the foot of tho grassy slope that leads to the
dwelling ran* a silvery stream, In the pools of
which diaport tho beantirul and speckled
trout. This place, ono of the moat pleaunt
In that section of tho county, la tho homo of
tho L&wlcrs, tho parents of Judge Lawler, of
tho pollco court of this city. Whonover tho
Jndgo seeks relaxation from official cares, he
takes a run np to that homo to lnhslo pure
country air and oxpnngo from hla longs tho
foul dust-laden atmosphore of his court. Ono
Saturday a few wcoksslncehsatartedSonoma-
ward, and on tho train fell In with one of tha
Irgal lights who practlco in tho criminal
courts—a gentleman noted for tho oloqnenco
which time and again hu ontrancod tho occu
pants of tho hack scats of tho police courts.
“Judgo,’.’ uid Judge Lawler, extending tho
hand of friendship to blm, "on yonr way into
tho country for a littlo outing?”
BILL ARP.
THE PHILOSOPHER TAKES A TRIP
TO ANNISTON.
Wh»t Hi B*W ont fat War—Th« People All Alone **•
Bond Inthoalaatlo (or Qordon-A Memborof
tto Church In Xtnfitou tho Oooaalon of
• Pow Wow-Tho Annuton Poopla
ote man’s rime ?” “His nemo's Berdyne -Bill
Herdin'., bnt I oarer calls blm nothin’ bnt
BtBJ “WaL" raja Brownhood, “I navar no
calls my ote man’s name than af ha
didn’t hava nsir aim*, and ha never call* my
I mine no k-vso’n tf 1 iHfc't b*r« nairn. Ho
“Yes, your honor,” responded tho party
addreesed. who. at ono timo, hangover tho
door of a primitive shanty in Carson, in tho
curly days of the Comstock excitement, n
«hing!o, on which wns triced in ruilo charac
ter*, tbo awe-inspiring words. “Office of tho
Justlco of tho Peace.—M, Burns, Justtco."
“If you have no particular objective point,
ami would llko to stay over Sunday,” said
Judgo l-awltr, “como up with me, and if you
nro foiul of limiting, wo'll go up iu tbo bills
tomorrow and seek tbo Jack rabbit, tbo cot-
unyrul
udgo, ;
an exenae, but whou youspoko of the poisl
bllity of mooting a boar, then you touch mo in
a tender spot, ami I will avail myself of your
kjndnrsa/' said Judgo Hums, his rubicund
face shlnlrg with smiles. “Do you know.
Judge,” ronlinned be, “that if there is any
tning upon wlih-UI prido myself i* isTiear.
hunting. 1 have spent hours following the
tinil of ronie monitor bruin in tho canyons of
tho Sierra, and Indian-like, bavo sneaked up
to liim and plunged tbo deadly bowio into
him orient a bullet from a mlnie rifle or six-
shooter crashing through hla brain. Oh, Its
■lorious sport. Just »how mo, Judge, where I
■hereto a bear trail and I'll ahow yon somo
rare sport.”
Tho Journey was finished, and bright and
sarly on Sunday tbo two Jurists started on
their morning peregrination In tho ahady
wlldwooda in tho nor of tho Lawler home, i
rich carrying arms of tho most improvod pat-
Urn.
“Thin, yonr honor,” said Judgo Barns,
suddenly striking nn attitude and bringing a
rifle en Jen, “that's the position tostrlko
when yon eeo a boar.”
■ “And to yon (peak,” sold Jndgo Lawler, “if
■am not mistaken, there is • beer trail on the
read In front of ua.”
"Them's bear prints,” raid Judgo Bums,
who got down on hla kneaa to examine them.
While apeaklng ho chanced to raise hie head, I
and fifty jatae.fNm him,moving leisurely
•long, ha saw a bear of the cinnamon ipocloc,
and, without changing hla position, ottered In
an undertone, “Jnage, ran to cover, tho bear's
coming!”
Judge Lawler creased tho read at a lamp,
•nd naver stopped till he ranched the top of
the moot convenient pine. On hia war up,
finding that a fowling plooanaa an incum
brance In lively climbing, he allowed It to drop
to the ground. When he had reached a place
or safety and was resting from tha exertion of
ascending without tedder or steps, be looked
around for hi* valiant companion, tho great
Ihear hunter of th* Sierra, and failed to aeo the
Judge, bnt observed on tho around, at tbs point
where he bad last aaan tha irreaistibla nimrod,
the riff* which the Judge had carried. Close
to tho discarded weapon was th* rtonamon
monster with the shaggy coat, pacing tho road
from one aids to th* other. Jndga Lawler’
first thooght wu that the boar had swallowed
hia companion, bnt almost simultaneously his
feus were relieved by the voles of his van
ished companion exclaiming, In frightened
[tone*:
■“For God’a sake, Judge, don’t move, or he'll
bo up the tree after us.”
Turning in tha dlreotioa of tho votes, Judgo
Lawler saw tho nimrodof tha Sierra astride of
a breach of an adjacent oak, whleh was quiv
ering like an aspen.
‘ Why don’t yon shoot him ?” queried the
polieo judge.
“I can’t,” coma the tremulous answer; “my
tint's in tha read, and my pistol drooped oat.
m my pocket at 1 was making for this branch.
[wonder If he can climb?”
■Just than tha b*or put hia paws against tbo
tree and reared np aa if abont to answer tho
question, and tho nimrod of tho Sierra fted op
with a yell to tho topmost twig of tho ook,
where bo hung like a woodpecker.
Several boon were a pent in this delightful
IkaMoa, each Jurist wildly bugging hla tret,
white tha bear passed from on* to the other,
ever end anon making a faint to climb, and
ones in n while amusing himself by pawing
tha firearms that toy on tha ground. At
length, Jost as the brute took s notion to more
off ont of right in tho brash, n former was
seen coming down tbo road, snd ho w*t hrilcl
with “Ab, there,“ to Which came tho well
known reply, “atey there.”
I “Thot'a Just what we don't want to do,” re
marked Jndgo Born*.
I “Uayboaomo of yon falters haven't aaan a
cinnamon bear around boro, have yon?”ukcd
the farmer.
“Maybe wa have,” monrnfolly replied
Jndgo Burr.*, "and maybo wo haven't ms
pt up here for throe hours by that ferocious
brute*”
Tlic former chuckled and then called out:
“Here, Jim; boro, Jim,” whereupon the
bear started m his direction the same aa a pet
“The combat thickens—On ye brave.”
I took a little ran down to Anniston tha
other day, and found tho campaign opon and
hot ill along tho line. Tha young man and
middle aged were Joat a whooping, somo on
ono ride and some on the other. When I
readied Kingston there was a little powwow
going on abont an old brother In tho chords,
who always sat in tho amen comer and helped
the preacher ont by esylng amen at tho right
time. They esy that test Bnndsy he got In a
doso while the preacher wu praying and In
stead of raying amen, as anal, he exdalmed,
"hurrah for Gordon/’ and tbo Bacon mon
were talking abont trying him for borosy.
Mr. Davidson and Hr. Shuts woro trying to
mako peace and harmoniso things, and I was
told it took all tbelr timo to keep tho boys
firom fighting. When I readied Iiomo I found
Ibo controversy going on with great oxoito-
nient. The Gordon tnon woro wild ovor tbo
rcnlt of Saturday's elections, that gavo sev
enteen counties to thoir hero. Major Ayor
swelled on amazing and said, “What do yon
think of that Akor Gammon—what do you
think of that?” And Akar shunted around
and raid with great indignation;
“Whatdo I think? Why, I'll toil you what
,,1 think. I think there are more dogood fools
in tho state of Georgia than I thonght there
were—that’s what I think/' Thoy sparred
and sloshed at onoanothor until Major Ayor
mentioned the nemo of a certain politician
who is very odious to Gammon, and ho fired
np nnd sain; “Don't yon talk to mo abont him.
I don’t want him on my sido of nothing, for I
toll yon, Frank Ayor, that tho prisons and bar
rack! of tho infernal regions are ao full of
bettor men than ho Is that tbelr logs are bang
ing out of tho windows,”
When I reached CavoSpring Nowt Tomlin
camo aboard and I hoard him somo time be
fore I saw him. I met blm at tbo door and
said: “How aroyon, Newt?” "Gordon," said
ho, “How are your folks?” said I. “John
Gordon,” said be. Ho sat down
with a ponderous sqnsh on tho velvet
cushion as though ho had |nst whipped somo-
body and bo began on John Black with “what
did I toll yon? What did I toll yon ? Wbar
la your littlo tnhionow? Whar is the Haoon
Telegraph, Wliar Is your Gus Bacon. Sixteen
counties In ono day nil gono awlilrling. You
are running away, John Black. You are tear
ing the state and I don't blame you.” John
held bis band with him a good humor for a
long time and finally raid: “Well, Nowt, I
-kod you will ictus havo as fair a showing
tbo roller who got dog bit*” “How's that,”
hi Nowt. “Wby,''said John, “tlioro wa* a
Her who wont out in tho country to mo a
man and the man waan’t at homo, and as tho
feller started up to tliehnuso a big brindla dog
came charging out at blm snd he hollered
and kfckccland fought him od*. and tbo old
'email come charging ont with a broom
and brat tho dog and shouted at
him with all hor might, hut tho dog seemed
bound to bilo blm, and at last tho old’oman
’pped and said: “Well, stranger, 1 reckon
u bad Just better let him bltoyou and may
be will bo satisfied,” “And so," said John,
"I reckon after you have all bit usyou will let
ua alone." “But we’vo done bit you,” uid
Newt, “end yon keep on fighting. Dog my
cate, if wo baveot mighty nigh oat you up
body and (hoard/’ and ho put his head out
tho window and hollered “Hurrah for Gordon”
to a man who was plowing a quarter of a mils
oil’, and this wss awty down in Alabama,
I thought the Colquitt and Norwood cam
paign was hot, but this is hotter.
When 1 got back to Homo Fain and Clemens
were then kicking up a dust on their own so-
count, and it reminded mo or tbo old Gwin
nett limes on muster days whim ono fight
brought on soother. Boles wss tlK best man
In Plnkneyvlllo district, and Nlckltawlln*
was tho beat man in Ben Smith's, snd they
met snd stripped snd font with s great crowd
around them, and ss tho outsiders resident
■to the fon they would got up s small fight of
their own la the eubarhs, and there would ho
half a detea goieg oast tho same timo. But
ifowUaa sad Boles was tho big thing. Nick
has moved to Floyil, snd Is sn old msn, snd
uot long ago I met him in tho road and aikod
ilm If ho wu always mad whou bo fought.
“No,” sold he; “I never wtsmsd—I had noth
ing to bo mad about. Botes nover said noth
ing tgin ms, only that ho was tbo host man In
tbo county-that's all. Ho Hopped his wings,
•nd crowed and then I flopped my wings and
ernwrd, snd the boys wss a beltin’
on tie, and my wife, ltetay Ann. wss
a brsggln on ma so I waded In.” Nick has
lost t finger snd a snip of hit now sad a pleco
of his ear hat be nsvtr hollowed end was nor-
r whipped except by tboysnkces.
Itaecms now that tho war Is not ovor by
ao moans. Hr. Davis has broke it all out
sfrerh snd because tbe boys can't fight tha
ytnkcct they hsva got to quarreling with ono
auother.They are holding a court of inquiry now
is to Who foot and who didn’t. John Branson
a*ked Clemens tho other night wlioro be was
duilngtho warand where his brothers wore
•nd I don't think tbe answarwss satisfactory
to John for domes* arid,"* wss in tbs army
sir, where I ought to have been, though I wss
y eighteen yrara of ago. I was with my
orades from Chattanooga to
Atlanta resisting the Invasion of
tbo enemy until I wss wounded Intboaknll
by o shell.” That settled It. Old msn Ho
London cried llks be wu st s camp mooting.
Hald be; “Jnd Clemens wu a flghtln durln of
log wonid have dono, and tbe farmer tamed,
followed by his bear, but before going ho re-
K l . “Gentlemen, that’s a pet bear I
ip* cub. and be wouldn't hurt a
much obliged to yoa for not htv-
m Good d*y.”
Tbdwwo jurioUdescended from their pltco*
of f»fety, (U rcxbUrad a solemn vow to pro*
•ervf-the Kory a grim aocrot allthodiyiof
their lire*; hut fcomchoirs't got cut.
lot
he’s the muls colt tbst HHH
rah for Clemons. Lord, lot no boo tbj Mira
tion.”
Well, It to astonishing how excited tho folks
d4 get over andsetiss. They lose resson snd
Judgment, snd sn willing to loss money on
shea man. Everybody Is taking sides on tho
race for governor, except those outsiders who
have got up a little light of their own. “How
are yon, Denny,” tald a reuntrymsn/'snd who
sro you for—Gordon or Bacon?” “I am for
Denny/, he said, “and I want yoa to vote for
me for the legiilttare.” Well, after sll, It la
more Important to have good men to make the
lawstbanaconmor to execute them, In these
times of peaco when there are no greet Usues
Lefore tho people, most any man of common
sente Is fit to be a governor. If wo hive good
lews they will bo executed, sod tbo state la
safe whether Gordon or Bacon Is st the helm.
I Lad a right smart littlo psrty once, bat I’m
a kind of a mugwump now, for I’m against tho
rsllrosd commUalon as organized, and I’m for
lesslog the convicts, snd so I stood almost
alcce lA my glory. But I can stand anything
that the people ran. snd still be calm and
rerene. Bo, Ict her rip. Iftheboys willtote
fair snd quit fudging, its all right. The little
chaps are playing knucks right now in the
front yard, snd every one of them fudges but
Jtuie, end every little while she says, “You
fudgrd. you fudged, l'aps, pleato mtke Carl
quit fudgitg.” And It Is just so with tho prom,
•ud tbe people new. Thoy are all fudging.
Bill Atr.