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March 29, 1887. 28 cw ly Tired of Rowing. •I'm weary with rowing with rowing, The voice rang out sweet and clear n that saddest and sweetest of songs; that song so fall of tender longing—of utter weariness, of impassioned heart break. “Won’t some one be so kind as to take the oars, and relieve that mfTeriiigyoung woman?” said Agatha •Howe, to her handsome lover, who dood beside her. “I presume there are plenty who would be glad to do so,’’ said lie, “but she sang it so well, what is the sense in you curling your P> and growing sarcastic over it?” "Because she did sing it so well: wiiat businesss lias she singing such tongs with such expression? What ioes she know about rowing? Per haps she would sing it better.” "That is not to the point at all. With far better reason to do so, I - ouid not sing it half so well. What 1 mean is tins—these words seem wrung from the very heart, and this g rl s life is all sunshine; her ideas of rowing consists in sitting in a carriage with an opera ' glass in Her hand, watching nine men in picturesque 1 ostume—and a silver cup at the end of the race: and yet she sings as though she had rowed against the -Me all her life,” "It proves her an ''ist, it proves her an actress.” “Agatha Howe, you are growing Her. that young lady may be gifted * V1 fiU(dl * me sensibilities—^” . John Hale, you are growing sen- omental. Go and talk to the gifted creature five minutes and you will see! ’ ‘Who will present me, will you?” .v iH I? no; do you think I’ll volun- -se you to her fascinations? lazzh '^arily expose >ou are dazzled now, and I should su°n be singing, ‘Thou hast learned 0 love another,’ and with a true ar- , c ex 'l 1r es8ion too.” “How ab- t ;:r< T Just then Dr. Mather stepped '.■P, saying, “Mr. Hale, I cannot tell a ...nit J have been behind the cur- , ’ ami have overheard your con- '“rsation; 1 deplore it with tears, '■nu an honorable man should, and r t 11 i rettd >’ to|make amends. I can utroduce you to the prima donna, ♦ nti ■ i ’ llnd ^ you will present me -o tins lady, 1 will try and console her b vour absence.” minute more, and John Hale was to the fair singer, and Dr. watner was wondering how a woman !aid such odd things, happened f °und in a parlor full ofyoung 1 ople who were laughing and talk- !,® a n d flirting after the most ap- roved party fashion. He had heard comments on the singer, and * would be worth while to - £ artb er. He said: Miss Howe, I am waiting for you ‘ c '. sa V something.” »rJnUi7 let me say that I do not i T, ad niire gentlemen who stand ,,^ nd the curtains and listen.” Such an act would not indicate - 8y e o-t nobility of character, 1 leaf ’ 8,1111 lle “hut it was an acci- •nithfu^" 1 can prove—don’t I look , ^ er y; and I’ll acquit you,” she ^iss Howe, will you dance?” evpv°lu * you.* 1 am tired; how- ;twill serve.” DOt luy true reason > but a y I ask your true reason?” ^ es, I'll tell you, hut I trust to your honor not to betray it." “I swear.” “Well I have on iny best thin gown and it would not endure being step ped upon." “Do I look so awkward?” “Truth compels me to say that you do not look absolutely awkward, but a man inay smile and be a villain.” Dr. Mather looked a little annoyed, and almost wished himself behind the tfurtain again. He looked at her dress, it was soft, and fine, and white. He gave her face a strong look, he •aw nothing remarkable, only a pale, fair face—dark brown eyes, and softly flowing hair. There was no look of self-assertion or pertness, but a brave, strong, womanly spirit shone in the eyes; and he thought to himself, she is strong-minded in the best possible sense. She is strong enough to bear discouragement and disappointment, without repining. He fancied she knew what rowing meant, her candor in speaking of herself had no tinge of bitterness, and what in another wo man might have been out of taste, seemed in her simple, unaffected hon esty. All this he thought quickly, serenely, unconciouB that he was also being weighed in the balance, and that with a penetration fully as keen as his own she was making up her mind about Mm. 1 ■ 11 "If you will'hot dance, and T honor your sense in refusing, whatever be your reason, ff you’ll walk with me upon the verandah, I’ll promise not to step on your flounces.” “Please get my shawl for ine—you can find it easily, for it is—” “I shall know it.” “How, pray?” “I fancy it will look like you. It is one of my notions that character is expressed in clothes. Your shawl will be blue—” “Oh! wise young judge, your idea is a poetical one, and ought to he true, but it isn't. Find the brightest scar let shawl you can and bring it to me. It was given to me; I have to wear it, which is hard, and be grateful, which is worse, and remember that women who dress unbecomingly are not always to blame. The fates are too strong for them.” When it was found and adjusted, he said, “Miss Howe, I skid your shawl should be blue. Perhaps your friend was wiser than me, fori am ready to sw ear that You should wear nothing but scairlet.” Then followed an hour’s walk and a S ong conversation upon subjects sel lout discussed at evening parties. ;eon from ittle rest, . U..UOT.. Mu»jDg of books, of art, and of the profession he loved so well, with a genuine enthusiasm. Agatha, somehow felt, that parties were delightful things, and tliis one most enjoyable. Then John Hale came.up with Miss Grey on his arm, he looked a trifle re morseful, and she full of polite imper tinence, profuse in her excuses for hav ing kept Mr. Hale from liis duty so long. Agatha wondered how the audacious little beauty dared to utter such pointless sarcasms, and not con sidering her a foe worthy of her steel, .coolly hade them good night, and appropriating Mr. Hale to her self, as by right, was speedily on her way home. He was preqpcupied; she was glad he was, it relieved her from the necessity of talking. Agatha’Howe had had a fatherless childhood; when'she was grown to early girlhood her mother wearied and lay down to rest beside her dead husband; and left burdens hard to he borne upon Agatha's shoulders. Those seasons which we love to think should be care free, were full of real and practical anxiety. While .other girls were revelling- in gay dresses, and singing “Father will settle the bill," she was studying domestic econ omy, trying to make one dollar do the work of two—turning her old dresses new ones for the two sisters, who into were at once her care and her comfort, trying with a true womanly fondness for a fair appearance, to make “auld does look amaist as weeks the new. She had no talent for being a martyr —and she often hated herself and the weary work she was forced to do. But she fought herself resolutely— knowing that the promise is to thq?e who “overcome.” She had been teaching for five years—had placed two sisters at school—and looked for ward to the time they should grad uate, and be prepared to enter upon tiie glory of school-teaching, or some other equally dazzling destiny. Then she thought her season of rest would coine. When her troubles and cares were heaviest she nlet John Hale, and in spite of all the. disadvantages about her life, he fell in love with her. She was so full of gratitude to him, so glad of the love that brought some thing like sunshine into her darkness, that she fully believed herself in love with him. No other love had come to teach her the difference, and if she ever fancied hhn impatient and ex acting, she thought the faults more than balanced by the virtues she was sure he possessed. It had not been convenient for him to marry till his position as a lawyer was secured. Now that was attained, he was grow ing impatient under her steady re solve not to marry till her duties to her sisters were fufilled: and without the slightest conception of the grand eur of her sacrilices for duty s sake he looked upon himself as def rauded and wronged, and pitied himself hear tily. He was a selfish man, without the slightest consciousness of being so, the most diilicult character in life to convince or persuade. To night, ne they wulked along, he could not help wishing Agatha, a little softer iu speech, a little inpre yielding in temper:■ or as lie lpid once 9? twice said to her, a “little uioruRk® other /oiks.” : The next morning, Mrs. Jones’ voles roused Agatha to a consciousness that breakfast was waiting; that her room Vres strewed with the relics of last Might’s dissipation; that there vm a problem in Algebra to be solved for a careless pupil—in short, that she was a school-ma'am in whose life there was little room for dreaming. “Well, Hies Agatha, did you have a pleasant party?” very. 11 “Did all tne ladies all look pretty? “Yes, very.” “Ar’nt you glad you went?” “Yes, very.” Mrs. Jones was a horn talker, and she could not understand how any one could go to a patty, ahd not have a great deal to tell about it. She was anxious to know who was there; what they wore, and chief of all, what they had for refreshments; but saying to herself, “Don’t seem much inclined to talk, guess I won’t- bother her;” she also consoled herself with wishing that “Miss Agatha was a lit tle more like other folks,” though the worthy woman loved her well, as she had good reason to do. If Agatha h(ul been good, “Hke other folks,” she might have put aside her dislncliha- tion to talk, and been entertaining, but she had a habit of saying that she had a talent for silence, whioh, seeing it was so rare, ought to be cul tivated. So she ate her breakfast In heartless indifference to the curiosity visible in the whole deportment of the anxious matron. Then to school: Coining home at night, her hands full of floral offer ings from tlie children, she was mak ing ineffectual attempts to open the gate without hands, when Dr. Mather crossed the street towards her. She was tempted not to look up, but he did not wait; “Good evening, Miss Howe, is this where you live?” “I don’t live, I hoard,” “There is a difference, I admit; but is this where you board?” “You may safely infer that it Is; I would hesitate t6 enter any other house, with the dust, and weariness, and vexations of the school-room clinging to me, as they do now; but Mrs. Jones is used to it." “I see flowers blossom in your path.” “Yes; they are peace-offerings; when the children have been particularly troublesome, to heal the wounds they crown me with flowers, or comfort me with apples; but I am tired, please open the gate for me.” “I want you to ask me in.” “I am too tired; don’t you see that it will take me a little while to shake off my school-ma’am air? to take off the calico of my life, and put on the lawn?” “May I come when that transform ation shall have taken place?” “Yes.” “Dear me, Miss Agatha, you look tired out; let me take the ilowers and arrange them, while you go right to your room and rest.” Mrs. Jones had taste as well as cu riosity, and Agatha was glad to resign them to her hands, confident that in their plain little sitting-room, they would shine a thing of beauty. It is the rule now-a-days, to rail at the fashions—to say that the styles are absurd—that so much ornament detracts from, rather than add# to, beauty, but Minerva herself, if clad in a gingham gown, would he despis ed and rejected—passed by for some doll in white muslin. Not for this reason—though with many it lias its weight—but because she had an ar tist’s love for the graceful and appro priate, Agatha wished as she dress ed, that she possessed more of pretty trifles that complete and adorn a wo man's toilet. It grieved her that she had no sash that matched her dress, and it was a source of grief that the ribbon for her hair was not the right shade. Grave matters for a duty loving woman, “but human nature prevails pretty extensively.'’ However, she looked well, with an expectant light in her eyes that be came her wonderfully well. Going down to the sitting-room, she found her new friend in conversation witli Mrs. .Tones, delighting that lady by listening patiently to neighborhood gossip, and taking a lively interest in the construction of a rag-carpet which was just then an absorbing topic with her. Agatha interrupted a serious discussion as to the relative merits of different colors, turning the conversa tion to subjects upon which she fblt more at home. It was a delightful evening to both. They could hardly have told what was said, yet she said enough to prove to him that her hard work-a-day life, had not robbed her soul of its sweet ness; that her inind was cultivated, that her heart was true—that she g ossessed enduring riches. She,found im one who worked earnestly, and whose heart was'in his |work, a man of strong principles, of large sympa thies, loving God, ami loving and helping all His creatures. His life rides, and The days vacation came’f pionies, excursions were common. W were brighten and pleasanter than they had ever been. Mho thought It was because she was outbf sehbol, and fauoied that her transoient freedom from care was bringing an unusual pleasure with it. Hale was devoted to her, and was again urging their im mediate marriage. Dr. Mather lln- Mred, he had-'heard of her engage ment; she had almost told him herself, in a half-jesting way, and with a little tremble in her voice that told its own story. He admired her above any woman; nay more, he knew that he loved her, but so unselfishly as to de sire for her the greatest good. What we greatly wish we try to believe to be true, so he clung to the belief that the report was simply village gossip, and that he had misinterpreted her half-confessions. At all events, I10 decided that since he had given her his love, it was her due to know it, let her do with the gift as she would. One beautiful moonlight evening they were out on the lake; she was rowing wjtli him; trying witli laugh ing, and talking, and singing, to break the spell the scene, with all the ten der influences, -fas weaving about Presently, h^ phfd, ®‘Do yon know tnia. foment recalls ^s-ion of you? lour ed me to wonder if wo jffrqgtat or a womai your occu my first harp remar Ad a female! ater at oui 1 tie party, so I ste pped >k at out of my position to take a loo you, and I found you fair to see; Aga tha, ar’nt you weary of rowing?” “Yes.” * “May I take the oars?” “If you choose.—It Is such a novel thing for me to rest when tired, that I may safely indulge it.” “Agatha, understand all I mean; wQl yon lay down the oars, darling, and let me row for you always? Will you not rest your tired hands, and trust to mine? Will you come to the arms that are stronger, for oh! Agn tha. I love you! I love you!” “Great heavens! I thought you knew! 1 am not free.. I have almost told you!’’ “I know—but you love me!” Then she told him quickly all the story of her early life, its trials, and its work; of her engagement to John Hale; of what his love and care had been to her, and said: “I cannot tell him who has waited ■o patiently that he has watted in vain. If I loved you, as yoti dare say I do, I would not break my word for your sake—if I were a man, I would sooner take a viper to my bosom than one of broken vows. No, my friend, tht/.vs a sweet word—friend—take me horned and say good-bye to me.” With a pitiful attempt at a laugh, “Go back to your broken bones, to your work of healing. “And carry a broken heart, and a wound that will not heal. I will say good-bye to you kindly, since you kindly, hid me go, and since I love you so, will hope that the heart you lean upon may prove as strong and true as yours; yet, though my soul is full of sorrow, there is faith in my farewell, and love is strong to hope and—wait.” Home again, Agatha sat that, night and] thought long and sadly of how strange it all was. She had a glimpse of the sweet possibilities of life, had seen for a moment what might have | been. Then she resolutely put away 1 her summer dreams, and entered a- j gain upon lier dull routine duties. I Dr. Mather she did not see again. 1 He went back to his work. He too, had been so near the one great, chance of happiness, and reaching his hand ] fo grasp it, had found it elude and j llee from him. The bitterness in life I often consists in this, that the sweet j jovs of earth, come so near that we see I all’ their grace and beauty—realize all ; that they can bring to us—and^ then I see them pass us by forever. Surely j “almost” is'the saddest word we utter. Agatha's sisters were progressing: she thought, “another year, and my J work for them will be done; another j year and I shall have won the rest that is waiting for me.” She blamed herself for the cloud that had risen between her and Hale—a cloud of whose existence he was ignorant, and because she so blamed herself, she atoned by increased frankness, and tenderness of manner towards him. He, conscious ot this, was at tentive and devoted to her; the win ter passed away, and summer came again. Miss Grey again visited the little town, and Agatha saw that in “And bufden you with my unful filled duties?’’ “Bother your diities! If you’d think md^ of me and lets of Others, I should feel; coihpllmedt*). 1 I tell vou Vm tifeo of waiting, 'and who knows If the consummation of our engagement would bring ut the happtness ^e de sire?" He watohed her face to see the ef fect of his words. “If y«t have any doubts, you knew tba remedy. If you And It lu your heart to give my plaoe to any other woman, yon can do so. I would not hold it longer!” “Agatha, I do honestly think you’d he happier to be free. It would give you a chance to Indulge In your fond ness for duty doing, undisturbed—and may be, make you altogether happier; you have worn bonds so long.” The man was trying to cloak his selfishness under a pretense of care for her. She drew the ring from her finger, and without a word laid it in his hand. She could not talk; words were so empty. She was wondering in her heart wliut God could mean by giviug her such hitter return for her own self-denial. •He took th* ring; was disappointed that she .dtd’hot make more ado; thought he* release a poor return for all his pAHenoe; made - im tils mind that she was all to blalne for It, any- way. Three months later he married Miss Grey, and took himself and his wife m to the olty to live, 4 " Q+H a’A sisters entering upon the work they Agatha's sisters graduated; apd > in stead of elp had the life, he diffused about him. ons and unselfish, th safely trust in him. Late in the evening Hale came, as was his habit. It would have pleas ed him better to have found Agatha waiting alone for him; and lie felt al most injured that she should be so happy where he was not. So the summer went by. Agatha’s had been prepared for, the little wretches were both married directly after graduating. They both offered her a home, but she dung to Mrs. Jones and the rag-carpeted room. The carpet was Mrs. Jones’ special pride, and it held woven in its gay stripes memories of that first pleasant call, and Agatha’s eyes seldom rested upon it hut the evening came hack, fresh as though it were not years gone by. She often wondered why she had been permitted to make the mistake she had. She saw now that we may sin against ourselves and othefi, under the name ■ of duty; but sbw saww tt'so, that»often through sllali mistakes we are led,to a firmer trnst, a higher .life, than would be possible without. a . Increase of salary and decrease of expense*,-iiogsther with a moderate legacy froia a considerate relative, lifted many eares, and opened many new sources of pleasure. She had leisure for books, and music, and travels * and con that long since worn away; but nut with out many weary days, In which she felt that even God hail forgotten her. She was growing old, twenty-nine; and though there were no wrinkles In her forehead, and the crow’s feet kept an obliging distance, she felt it a kind of deception to look so young and he so old. She hail scruples u- bout wearing blue ribbons, and was afraid she would he convicted of try ing to look young and girlish. She noticed that nor friends were particu lar to say, “you young folks,” in talk ing to her, and knew they looked up on her destiny as manifest. She saw “the heads of girls go sunny sweet and fast under gifts of bridal blos soms,” and accepted her own fate. Again it was vacation, and she had resolved upon a visit to one of her early friends. She thought of, plan ned and decided upon it all, before another woman would have selected lier travelling dress, and was soon on her way, drawing in delight with ev ery breath of the sweet summer uir. Enjoying to the utmost the swift glimpses of lovely soenery, she was realizing that only those who know uU the meaning of work, can ever know the full meaning of leisure. Suddenly there was a ringing of the bell, the whistle of “down brakes,” the conductor rushed through the car, men looked out the windows—women turned pale, anil a jar —a crash—and all the consciousness of the blue sky— the summer morning—and sweet life had faded out. Agatha woke to find herself half buried under rubbish, witli such sounds in her ears as she did not know earth could hold. Lit tle by little she found that she was not injured, only stunned and bruis ed. Soon some one helped to extri cate her, and she looked about upon a scene of horror and death: muu, wo men and children crying out in their When the twilight was deepening. Dr. Mather came to her again, saying, “There Is some one in the depot dj ing, and he calls your name ; will you go with mo to see him?” She went. In a room made comfort able as possible, she found a tuati in the last agonies. His visage was mar red, hut sue recognized John Hale.- He cried out: “Agatha, you have come in my sorest need, as I knew you would 1 I am dying; forgive ine before I go. And, Agatha, kneel and pray for me, He will near you. Right down by the Man, amid such strange sights'and y the side of the dying 11 strange sights'and sounds, Agatha knelt, Imploring GodV grace and help. “Let me see your face. Oh! I wrong ed you!” “John, listen -I forgive. You did me no wrong; if you did, I forgave it long ago. I reel as your sister might, kneeling by your side. Don’t think of me: tell mt* what to say to your wife; t will see her, and take your words to her.” “Tell her—tell het—kiss rue, Aga tha.” Ami as she’ bent over him. death came. Dr. Mather stood like one bewilder ed. CThtil that hour, I10 had thought her liis wife. He heard of Hale’s mar riage, and never tllQhght it could he ‘ft ‘ any other; and . dream, wonder^ left of the woir tha, like one in u ore was anything ho started that easant ahtlcipu- spite of duty and honor, Hale was 1 agony, or happily unconscious of suf- growing infatuated with her. | fering. An impediment on the track She was a beauty, was amiable and ‘ had thrown the train off. Those who though frivolous, possessed the showy ’ J accomplishments that are a passport in society, and which turn the heads and bewilder 1 the hearts of foolish and wise alike. She was an actress, and made no move without motive. Site spread her net carefully, and deter mined, that this second summer she would take Hale captive—this sum mer should see the decline and fail of Agatha Howe’s reign. There are few things, such a woman—vain and un scrupulous, cannot accomplish, and she did ' were uninjured, with hundreds from the nearest station, were soon taking from the ruins the unfortunate suf ferers. Agatha blessed God for strong nerves, and with her own hands work ed with the rest. Physicians and surgepns vtere telegraphed for, and soon the depot and houses near were Ailed with the dekd, the dying, and the injured. In one of these houses, Agatha was ministering to a suffering woman, when she heard a voice saying: “Lay him down here;” and looking up she saw Dr. Mather. He knew lier, and said, “You here, and safe?” “Yes, let me help!” by a temporary blindness, 4 ‘There is work here, such as you and that he would awake; it did not have never done/’ He gave her directions, and under them she worked skilfully. She bound up many a wound ; she stood by many a sufferer while hones were set and wounds were dressed; and when the night came she had closed the eyes and covered the faces of many who started that morning as glad and hopeful as she. morning so (liU bf ‘p. tions, wondetlng |f she were Indeed the same, and hpt another. With one Impulse they turned to each other. Agatha, I aui blinded anil bewil dered. Have the horrors of the day turned my brain? I thought when ! brought you here, that it was your husband who called for you.” “No, he married Miss Grey tlirec years ago.” And you, you think I have not proved that there was faith in my farewell—hut I did not know. What have you been doing all these years. Agatlio.” “I’ve been rowing.” “May 1 take the oars?” The old question she hod never hoped to hear again—this tiipe the answer came. “TAke them, oh! take them, for I am Weary.” It was a strange place for tender words of love, but never on moonlit lake, or love’s walk, were words so welcome. The full moon shone out soft and clear. The dread ful traces of death and ruiu were fast being removed. In their hearts the dead past was burying its dead. In their lives the full moon was indeed risen. Agatha felt her sorrows fade before the blissful present, aud Dr. Mather counted the years as nothing “be- cause of the lov" he had for-her.” 4 OAnixusr*'Pkrrt. .. PATENTS GRANTED To citizens of the Southern States during the past week, and reported expressly for the Union it Recorder by C. A. Snow Jk Co., Patent lawyers, Opp. U. S. Patent Office, Washington, D. 0. Andrew II. Adams, Clio, S. C., Sash fastener. P. S. Basnett, Basnett, W. Yu., Gate. W. H. Baynaril, Baltimore, Mil., Riding saddle. C. 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Bag fastener. Asbury F. Samford, & C. H. Peevy. Calhoun, Ala., Cotton chopper. Joseph M. Shin, Adatnsville, W. Va., Portable desk. Jessey T. Sutton, A G. M. Terry, Sharon Tenn., Bridle. Sallie A. Wells, Annapolis, Md.. Thimble. her work untroubled by that annoyance we call conscience. Agatha saw it all; saw that her pow- been prosperous and happy, and e r was waning, or rather thought him i sunshine that came into liis own stricken bv a temporary blindness, 1 Gener- • could enter into her idea of the possibles, I that he would utterly fail her; so she was unprepared for what he said to her one night: “Agatha, I am tired of waiting, I want a home.” “I am tired of waiting; and oh! I sorely want a home.” “Marry me, then, next month.” Judge W. F. Jenkins, of Entontou. is in tne city, a guest of the Hotel La nier. He is presiding in the Superior court forjudge Simmons, who is suf fering from an attack of neuralgia.— Judge Jenkins is a man of distinction and ability, anil one of the purest men on the bc-neli. He is a flue pre siding officer, and wears the Judicial ermine with distinction.-Macon News. The St. Louis Globe-Democrat is of the opinion that “the beverage of the future is water.”