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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. Baking Powder ABSOLUTELY PURE G. A. HELL. • U. U. LISTON MELL & LINTON. ,, Insurance Agents, * RepreMjnliuf; iiu> full.iw'..® Oinianius : Homo, of New York, ’'hpenix,of.lfniJj^grT{k_.'’'' Liverpool ami Lniiilon aiul Globe.* lerinania, of Insurance Co. of Noiiti America, < roorgia Hom », . North British ami Mel cant’ 1 , llanta Homo,. Hartford, of Hartford, Conn. .Savannah Fire and Marine New York Lifo I *!'-' , ira:ie*'< o ' CITY PROPERTY ISSUKBD > rt R FULL YALUl ’•fries at H.ss of rss CxifsBitrr. Dali. W • (lemu m(<M. 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