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THE ATHENS BANNER: SUNDAY MORNING, MARCH i!>, 1890.
A RUSSIAN LEGEND.
The Randan peuJttit* tell today
A tegwo-l old and dear to them,
Ilow, when the wt*»* men went their way
To find the bat* at Bethlehem.
They paused to lei their cairn-ta rest
lU*»de a iwananr* lowly door;
Atul all Intent ujoii their quevt
They talked tiw-lr acmi errand o’er.
•Como with it*.- "aid the rarer three;
“Comewssk with u* the Heavenly Child;
What prouder honor can them Lo
For mortal*, *lnful and tfcfllMf
••And bid each child lu Sunday ckKhea
llrln* ot hi* treasures tha moat ram,
Ih.ndWw of tnyrrii and whitest don-a,
WIUi ointment for the Christ King's hair,
-Who know* what Meaning may befall
if they but touch hla K'trment'a hemf
/, r. f only nrvfle for th«m and ail
\\ • !l Christ be born In Ih-tldehrmf-
- A val I have so much to do,"
The mother answered wUh a d*h;
-I cannot journey now with you.
But I will follow by »»d by."
The wise men frowned and rode away.
Lewvin* the children all aglow.
And pleading through that busy day,
-When may we got When may we gor
And while their cbtseka flushed rosy red.
They shouted In a chorus sweet,
-Atul may we touch hie pretty head?
And may we kin hia blamed feetr
But women stin will hake and brew,
ho matter what sweet honors wait;
And petty tasks they still must do,
Though angels tarry at the gale!
And when the frocks are sewn with lace,
And •. u d w«th r*hbon- smart and trim;
When each tear stained and tired face
Was bathed and Uod IU hood within;
When the small rootnan
And chairs act primly
e turned toga
TJuj sky was purpling in the west,
The silent night was hurrying on;
The three wiarfinen had onward pressed.
The star from out the east had guuel
What oouM the foolish mother dot
8ho turned her fooUCcpe home again;
And never, r!’. her aad life through.
Bid the beuold the three wise men.
Ala.nl TDrough weak delaying, she
Hot sweetest privilege had uiiseedt
Bor did her cblldreu over eee
The Holy Babe they might have kissed.
—May Riley Smith.
CROSS CURRENTS.
"You arc such a rery Independent
creature."
"1 am not a creature, but an able
bodied woman, with all my wit* about
mo Why should 1 make brlievo to be
tho weak kneed specimen of feminine
foolishness that I* your ideal woman!"
"Oh. nover mind mo, do juat aa you
like," criod Mr. Bartlett, testily, aa a
voico from the inner room called, "Wbat
are you two quarreling about now?”
"It ie only Mr. Bartlett talking non
sense, mother," said Agnca, gayly; "lie
thinka 1 can't go up to town for a day's
shopping without a chaperon.”
"Is that all? Why, my dear Qua,
Agnes always goes about alone. Indeed,
there is no one to go with her, so she hns
to; she has nover come to any harm yet;'
and Mrs Oldham looked up appealingly
from her sofa
Mr. Bartlett promptly sulielded, as he
always did, when any remark of his hud
brought Mrs. Oldham’s poverty Into full
view. Neither Agnee’ nor her mother
ever troubled themselves about the nar
rowness of their income, but it was a
painful subject to (Jus, who would will
ingly huvo shared his abundance with
them. lie returned to the charge an
hour later, when tie and Agues were out
in the garden.
"You might lot me come with you to
morrow," he said, pcreuaalvely; “I could
tee you over the crossings, at any rate.”
"O' . the policeman doc* that,” an-
swend Agnee, merrily. “You are dying
to know what 1 do with myself, of
course, but I don't mean to encourage
you in inquisitive habits, so I shall go
alone.”
"I wish to gcodoose you had suuia Out)
to look after you,” growled the young
man. "Don't you think, for your mo
ther's sake, you could put up with me?”
be went on, in a pleading tone.
"That is either the third or fourth time
that you have proposed to me in the last
month,” said Miss Oldham, calmly. "If
you do it again before Christmas I will
have you bound over to keep tho peace.”
“I wish you would not chaff a fellow
ao. lam quite in earnest,"
"So am II I may. marry some day,
but it, or perhaps Iouglit to say he, won’t
be you. So be a sensible boy, Ous, and
leave off sentiment. It does not suit
your figure,” and Agnca laughed, mis
chievously. V.» \- . . '. .
Ous was used to snubbing, and bore it
with a fair amount of fortitude. He and
Agnes had been playfellows since child
hood, and he had, as he thought, fallen
in love with her on hia return from Ox
ford. Ue had lately got into a habit of
proposing or half proposing to her after
every ooe of her numerous squabbles,
and always met with the same laughing
but unqualified refusal. Agnee looked
on him as a brother, and was extremely
food of him, but Qua Barton was not the
sort of man to inspire a clever, practical
woman with any eery deep affection,
and she could never even take his devo
tion seriously, which wee depressing for
Ous.
"Florris, allow me to Introduce our
•quire, Mr. Augustus Bartlett of that
Ilk—Mias Marsh, Gust" and Agnee fin-
imbed the introduction with a sweeping
"mTBartlett looked distressed. “Idid
not know yon were bringing a friend
down,” ba said, "and I’ve only got the
dogcart here. I • upposo jroa had better
drive, and let me walkT be added.
“Should you be very much surprised
if you beard that the greengrocer's cart
b waiting for Mbs Marsh's InggageT
cried Agues. “I would have told you
•he was cowing, only you wen so die*
agreeable yesterday. We can pack in
the dog cart all right;** and so they did.
Qua invariably met Agnes at the Car
tion when she returned from bar visits
to koodoo, but on this occasion he waa
much atfoobhed, foe aba bad never
brought a friend back with her before,
aad thb friend waa both pretty and
charming She very much enlivened the
•Tracing at the cottage, whither tint
Btrolled an uroal after dinner, and, gen
erally speaking, made a good impression
on her friends; but f*»r *11 that Mr. IJart*
lett was not quite happy in her society.
IIo could not help thinking that there
must be something uno-anny in her sud
den appearance, orelf*o(and thin brilliant
idea rather took his fancy) Agnts had
brought her down for him to fall in k>ve
with.
“Just as if anything, or anytwdy,
could make me give up Aggie!" lie
thought to himself aa be went liomo-
wards. “It would servo her right if I
did have a little flirtation;'* tiien. hs a
brilliant idea struck him, “I declare. Til
it*h Nugent down, and l»o can look after
Miss Marsh while 1 take care of Aggie."
Which determination was pratnjAly «cV
od on, for Ous wrote a letter that night,
and «ent it off by early post ns soon as he
came down the following morning.
“What do you ♦Llak of our squire.
FloT
“Fine, well growp ycung man, with a
restful absence of ideas,” answered Miss
Marsh, carelessly.
“lie has some ideas, but they are main
ly practical,” said Agnes. “He b an ex
cellent landlord, besides being a dear
good boy, but he certainly is not brill-
iont.’
“How does he come to reign sll alone
in this forlorn wnyT inquired Florrie.
“lias he no belongings?”
“None to speak of. His mother died
when lie was a baby, hla father three
years ago. I think^uainmu looked after
him tuoro than any nn*- , > ta ** ti* , '**b he
Im,,, , niiunffiiT cousins. lie and I
are just like brother and sister.”
“That inupt Ikj rather pleasant, as you
have no proper brother. Why, surely,
tliat b ho coming up the lane? And
there is uomo one with hhu! Fancy find
ing two young men in a country village
like thisl”
Miss Marsh had been at the cottage
three days, and was enjoying the freeli
country air thoroughly; and having A
keen interest In her fed low creatures, she
had been studying Hus becauso there
waa no one else to study. Now her at
tention was distracted by the new c**tner,
who waa, indeed, a very agreeable and
interesting specimen of humanity.
Richard Nugent bad been at college
with Gus, but hod been far more suo
awful in the schools, and less In the
cricket grounds, than his friend. Now
he was a hard working London curate,
while Gus waa enjoying tho less labor
ious position of a wealthy country gen
tleman, but their friendship was as great
as ever.
“Mrs. Oldham, will you comp up to
tho Orango to-morrow?" said Ous one
afternoon, as ho lay on tho gross at her
feet, “Nugent and I want to have some
tennfl with tho girls, and you can look
on and chupcron.”
“Very well, I will come with pleasure,
but you must send the pony carriage for
me, you know.”
“Of course; send for you and send you
back. You will stay to dinner, won't
you?”
“You must consult tho girls about
that.” said Mrs. Oldham, “for I have an
idea that they may bo busy; they are
reading together a good ileal, yon know,"
“Miss Marsh went in to write letters,
didu't she? I don’t know where Agnca
has gone." remarked the young man,*
rising from his lazy attitude and looking
aliout him. “Oh, there she is, with Nu
gent, right at the end of the Held. Ilow
can people be so energetic this weather?”
Agnes and Mr. Nngent did not seem to
find the heat oppressive; they are stroll
ing quietly along tho shady side of the
field, talking, and were so much inter
ested in their conversation that it was
quite a loug time before they returned to
the lawn. Agnes wus hearing of a world
that was new and strange to her, but
which seemed tho exact thing she had
desired for years.
lu the quiet village there was but lit
tle for an energetic woiuan^to do; but
the life Stir. Nugent spoke or**ba<l opj>or-
tuuilies for every one. Real hard self
denying labor among tho poor, depress
ing at times, IflH cheered and lightened
by the fellow feeling of many workers,
all struggling towaids a noble uud
worthy aim, was the very work she
would have chosen had the choice Wen
given her. Now she heard of it from
uno of the workers, and her fuce glowed
with cnthusia»m us sho listened, while
Mr. Nugent could not help longing to
have such ready aym(>athy and apprecia
tion near him to soolhound cheer h>in in
Florrie. “If you were a millionaire thb
! 1 not I* grand enough for
you, and you would spoil it by altering
it. whereas now it is perfect.”
pleased. He loved ids home
and ull his am-eslnd treasures heartily.
He loved ull the »4d mooi-lotions which
had grown up In the UUO years since the
Grange wus LuiK, and he was well aware
tliat tiiers wore few families Id England
who could boot* of such a line of worthy
gentlemen as thoao from whom he was
dietw-nded. Agnes did not core tor sny
of these things, and was at Hurt moment
having a long oonvcrsntion with Mr. Nu
gent about the evil results of foreign
immigration tn the east of badon, a
Hubject which hi tweeted her, hit which
Gus simply did not understand. He was
satisfied If Ida tenant* and laborers were
well housed and fairly prosperous (and It
must be owned tliat be was an admirable
landlord), but the distress he did not see
had no pathos for him; it was no busi
ness of his, and he lacked the imagina
tion which brought it all vividly before
the energetic couple under the cedar
tree.
Tliat evening Agnes stood at her win
dow and looked out on the peaceful
mooulit fields, and longed to be in the
busy human hive she had been bearing
about Then tier face dimpled into a
merry smile.
“Dear old Gus!” aha said, “he has
fallen into the trap, and they will be
thoroughly boppy- 1 don’t think 1 know
mnj one so fitted to be bis wife. i Flo.”
Meanwhile Mr. Bartlett wae thinking
what a very successful day it had been,
and how nice it was to get Agnes up to
the Grange; and it never dawned on his
innocent mind that he had not exchanged
a dozen words with her the whole after-
noon. •
“So you really go to-morrow,” said
Gus, as he and his friend sat smoking,
tho last evening of Mr. Nugent's holiday.
“We shall mien you very much, old fel
low, but you must come again.”
“1 should like it above everything,"
was Mr. Nugent's answer. “If I can get
away for a few days in the winter, will
you have me?*’
“Shall be delighted; coroe as noon as
you can, and stay as long as you can.
One thing you roust come for, and 1 bops
it is not very far distant now,” proceeded
Mr. Bartlett, with something very like a
blush.
“What Is tliatT
“My wedding!”
“My dear boy. I'm delighted to hear
it. but I did not know that you had got
to tliat point yet," cried the clergyman,
who had watched hia friend's inter
course with Miss Marsh with strong ap
proval.
“Well, that's the thing! 1 don't know
what comes over girls, but though I have
and miserable, and which must have
been”
Herts his meditation** were interrupted
by Agnes, who* hod left off crying and
reoc. vered her temper.
“Don't stand tliero*wfi.h your mouth
open. Gum,** rho cried; “you do look ec
silly. Jiwt make up your mind, ©no*
and for all, which of us you really car.
for, and take tf*o next boat for Dieppe.
The Mar*.lies will be thero till the end of
the week.”
Mr. Bartlett took her advice, end a
few days late/ Mr. Nugent, who w.j*
trying to work off his bitter disappeHt-
ment, got a letter from Dieppe with il/r
astonishing IntrJfigenco tliat Ous and
Florrie were engaged, and that hb*
friend's affection for Agnes w as of a to
tally different kind to what ho had been
led to believe. “In fact,” the letter evu
eluded, “Agnes knew me better than 1
did myself, and was perfectly right
when she brought dear Fio down to stay
with her. Don’t forget that you have
promised to marry us.”
Hard work was vety pleasant to Mr.
Nugent that winter; he threw himself
Into aH tbe multifarious duties of a town
parson, with an energy which hail its
root in a happy heart. To be sure, noth
ing bad been said oi settled, but for all
that he knew well enough that lie would
not be working alone for long, and then
there was Gus’ wedding to look forward
to. Before the wedding came off his
prospects had a very satisfactory change,
and it was as vicar instead of curate that
be asked Agnes to be his wife.
“We shall have work enough, and Ur
spare," lie told her, when the motnentou*
question had been answered, “but you
will not fear that; will you. my darling?’
To which Agnee answ ered something
about working with him, which cannot
ue publicly repeated.—M. Payne Smith
Did Jeannw 4'Arc Dora?
The reproduction, with Sarah Bern
hardt In tlie leading role, of tho play of
“Jeanne d*Arc,” in Paris, has given oc
casion for a renewal of tho old contro
vert r ns to whether Jeanne was ever
really burned at the stake or whether her
place was not taken by some one else
and she set free. One M. Lesigne ha*
. brought together in a book all the facts
tending to show tliat Joanne never war-
burned, and that she actually married a
country gentleman in Lorraino nnd
raised a large family, of whom there
were direct descendants as lato as a cen
tury ago.
The stories were first put into circula
tion in 1883 ir. a publication called Mcr
cure Galant, and were then hosed upon
discoveries made by a certain Father
Vignler among some old manuscripts in
Metz. The first document was a record
Highest of all in Leavening Power.—U. S. Gov’t Report, Aug. 17,1889.
ot lh« visit of Jeanne, the Maid of Or-
asked lier half a dozen times, she has not (leans, to her relatives In that city, and
said ‘Yea’ yet,” replied the unconscious ^subsequently there was discovered amar
Ous.
"You hare certainly lost no time,"
said hia friend; "perhaps she t>.inkt she
ought to know you better."
"I don’t know how she Is to do that,
rmnddering that we have known each
other all our lives, and lived clcae to each
other, too.”
“But site only came here just before I
did,” exclaimed Mr. Nugent, "or I am
mistaken. Don’t you mean Mias Marsh r
A sudden light glowed 00 Ous’ face;
then faded aa rapidly as il had come.
"No! I don’t mean Miss Marsh." he said
slowly. "I never thought about her; I
hare always intended to marry Agnes."
It was Mr. Nugent*, writ to look puz
zled. “I am glad you told me that,” lie
said, “tor I was entirely mistaken. 1
thought from your manner with her that
you cared for Mias Marsh, not Miss Old
ham; and it was just as well, perhaps,
that you undeceived me.”
"I won’t spoil tho dear lad’s happiness,”
ho thought, an hour later, when ho was
alono; "and yet. who would have guessed
it? I thought the was free, and that he
cared for the other girL I suppoee she
waa only civil to me because I am bis
friend,” and be betook himself to bed,
and, afar a night’s tooting and tumbling,
went back to London by tho earliest pos
sible train, without taking a formal fare
well of tho ladies of the Cottage.
Agnes was angry, very angry: she had
been most cavalierly treated, as slie con
sidered, and longed for some one 00
whom to vent her ire.
"What did he mean by running away
without even a word of thanks fur the
civility they bad shown him? lie must
the troubles and disappointments which 1 hava thought she was making eyes at
ry accompaniment of the him—just as if allocated aflg about him.
were a noci
work.
"Why don’t you coni' 1 to London and
work with us,*iliss * lidhamV” lie asked.
"You have strength and energy. Why
waste them on trifles when you might
be doll. • real good with tliem?"
"I don’t thin It my mother could live
in Uimlon.” »ai<l the jjlrl, slowly, *aud
wo could not afford it, eitffer. But 2
shall work some day, and lueanwhUe, 1
dars say, it is good to have to exercise
patience. And I am young enough as
yet,” she added, with a smile, os they re
turned to tho lawn to join the others.
The afternoon at the Grange was a
success. Mrs. Oldham sat in a low chair
under a great cedar tree, and enjoyed
herself quietly; Indeed, the view and the
sight of the four merry young people
was pleasure enough for her. The tennis
court was a very good one. and Gus and
Florfie played Mr. Nugent and Agnes
with great effect. When they were
tired Florrie insisted on being taken all
over the house, and gave tho master of
it intense pleasure by tho interest she
took in his old picturee. china* furniture
and curios generally.
“You can’t think what a pleasure this
Is to uiet” she said, when they were ex
amining some exquisite wood carving in
the library. “We London people Uvs lu
stucco bouses, and buy our artistic prop
erties in Regent street, but hero they ors
%11 growing, so to »peat H
“Everything here has grown with the
place, if that is what r*» nufan.* re
plied Gus. “There Is nothing modem,
and everything has a history. My peo
ple have lived here since Qaeen Eliza
beth's time, and though we aren't cither
rich or clever, at any rate we are not
i mushrooms.”
“Why should you be rich?” asked
or looked upon him from any othar point
of view than that of a guide to the East
of London I How horribly conceited men
were! Oh. there comes Gus! he might
have left us alone for one day,” and she
went to open the door, and quonel with
her visitor If possible. Gus was a little
bit crotw, too, for Florrie hod bad to join
her relations In Normandy, and he and
the Oldhams were left alone, and things
were flat in consequence, though he
fancied he sbcuUl'like it.
“It’s very nice being together again,
isn’t it, Aggie?** be said as he entered.
“I uont think aoat all," she answered,
promptly. “I dare say yoa don't miss
Mr. Nugent, but I am very dull without
Florrie, ar.d so are you, 1 should think,"
she proceeded, rather spitefully.
“I on’.y want you, as you know," he
said, not as pleasantly as usual. “Nu
gent has promised to come and marry
us, and I really think you might make
up your mind to it soon.”
“Marry you! Never! I have told yen
so a dozen times at least" (which was an
exaggeration) “and now, after flirting
with Florrie all the summer, you have
the Impertinence to ask me again, and
to ask Mr. Nugent to marry us, just as
if we were engaged- I don't wonder he
went awayl I’m J»of surprised at all
nowP and Agnsa suddenly flung herself
on the sofa and burst into tears.
As to Gus, he stood and gazed at her,
open mouthed. For one thing, he bad
never seen her cry since she was a tiny
child; for another, a new idea had pene
trated Ids slow brain, and the world
seemed upside down.
“Florrie! bad be flirted with her? No,
lie had only been blind. Ho bod hod a
strange new feeling tor some time,
which had alternately made him happy
rioge contract of Robert des Armaises
with “Jeanne of Arc, the Maid of Or
leans,” the marriage having taken place
i at Arlon, where the Duchesne Elizabeth
of Luxembourg made a splendid fete of
the occasion.
The deed in which tbo “Maid" and her
husband conveyed certain land was also
found, and subsequently at Orleans in
tho public archives there were discovered
various entries in the public accounts
that went to show that moneys bad been
paid to her or for her to her relatives at
various tiroes after she was supposed to
have been burned at the stake Thrno
documents have made it absolutely cer
tain that somebody who was known u«
“Jeanne d*Arc" and “The Maid of Or
leans” was bring and some what of a pub
lic character for many years after the
original Jeanne had presumably been re
duced to ashes. The advocates of the
original Jeanne, however, insist that the
woman to whom the documents refer
must have been a different one, either an
impostor or a woman whom some con
nection with the army liad caused the
people of her acquaintance to designate
by the title of the dead heroine.—New
York Sun.
Billy Florence's Joke.
“It was at Brougham's lyceum, after
wards Wollock's theatre, at Broome
street and Broadway,” said W. J. Flor
ence recently. “The orchestra leader,
George Loder, got it into his head tliat it
would bo a good idea to have on orches
tra which would aing at intervals. So
he went back on the stage r.nd got a
number of we young actors, put us in
dress suite and placed us in the orches
tra with instructions how to go through
the motions of playing the different in
struments and when to stop and sing.
It was a great success, but we youngsters
objected. We held that we had not been
engaged for that purpose, and that we
were there to learn bow to act. So wi
determined to put an end to it. My in
strument was a clarionet. You know
what a frightful noise can bo made with
It, if necessary. Well, one night, when
we were in tlie orchestra, at a quiet por
tion of the music I blew on tlie clarionet
a squeak that could have been heard a
pdl* off. Loder shook his fist at me and
said, 'Wait till you get off,’ but the audi
cnco roared with laughter for a long
time, and would even occasionally burst
out In guffaws during the afterpieco
Of course I pleaded to Loder that the in-
fltrument went off of its own accord, bat
he knew better. However, that was tlie
last of the tinging orchestra in that the
atre. "—New York World.
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SvJly B.« r «rif.d!y t suitIItil. A ItAl.VKS
THE MOST COMPLETE
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BOOTS
IN' ATHENS,
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THE ONE PRICE SHOE STORE,
R3W**SnMsfni;l»on ffiutranteetl with i»verv pair. -1 ; - • ! . *
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HASELTON & DOZIER’S
Music and Art Emporium,
112 CLAYTON STREET. ATHENS, GA.
•••"<-*' U>- .'•* & ;
Sole Agent* lor the ce-LmtcU •/ t , ,■ J.
PIANOS and ORGANS.
STKINWAY, KXABB, NBWMtN BROS. KIMBALL,
council 1VI-.RS tk POND, PA«'KAR r , ESTET,
KIMBALL, JAS. M. STARR, DYKH k HUGHES, JUatmuM CCTtAOU
We buy In large quantities ai d for spn| ca*b—he tce we coo Ift idttf Cnatomer
from 10 to 30 t*er cent Wr.te and get out pr c«*a and terms before gffln| vrrar order
in any one. We enriy one of the larg<st and most roinpiftP* stocks of email Musics
Instninu-nU io the South, whies we are ttl.'iog at greatly reduced pries. d * •
The only complete itock id N. E UrOftria, of
PICTUPES AND ARTIST'S MATERIALS.
Paiots, Oils, Brushy Drawing Mater.ai, up l Inatt’troerit? in endlvts variety.
PICTURE FRAMES
of any *ize &ud Qualify made to order on short notice, at redooed price*.
Orders by mail rccoivw^ur caret ul sod prompt alum bom