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f i ! 4 i vcl. xvm. ATLANTA GA? TUESDAY MU-RNINGr. JULY 6 1886 PRICE FIVE CENTS \ "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.