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' A CAPITAL MATCH.
FROM THE FRENCH.
Adiren Vernon, head cashier in a large
linen warehouse, married young. He was of
humble origin, but, thanks to the patient and
weary efforts at the outset of his career he
had attained a position which allowed him
some rest from the fret and fever of business,
and set him above the rest of the shopmen.
He had found tame to humanize liimself-Mame
for a little dreaming and a little love.
His fair little wife, Renee, though the
daughter of middle class parents, was an aris
tocrat by education. Her mind had been
cultured by the study of music and modern
languages. She could got through Beethoven’s
“Moonlight Sonata” without breaking down,
and discuss Sully Prudhommo and his senti
mental school quite as well as most critics.
Thanks to her, Adrien had entered upon a
Mjiew life. He had had a new aesthetic educn-
which, though it hail at first seemed odd
enough to his practical mind, had given him
much delight in a quiet way. Thoir little
apartment in the Cite Treviso was a tiny
Eden, in which, after the drudgery of com
merce, he had found the double charm of ro
mance and love. Both were orphans. Alone
and untroubled, they gave themselves up to
the enjoyment of their wedded bliss.
For all that, Adrien had not quite lost his
business instinct. Not content with his daily
work at the cashier’s desk, he often indulged
in Bourse speculations. When he could, he
kept this secret; for Renee dreaded the excite
ment of gambling. She felt it was perilous
for him. As for Adrien, he could not resist
the craving for wealth. lake many men who
have risen from poverty to comparative com
fort, he rebelled against the memory of his
past misery. Easy as his circumstances were,
he sighed for wealth, though in other times
he had been perfectly satisfied with an in
come which was barely enough to keep him
from want.
The spring had been mild and enervating,
Paris was getting dustier and dustier in the
summer air. Those who are obliged to live
in the impure air and noise of the great city
were beginning to sigh for the fresh breezes
and green fielde of the country. Early in the
hot month of J une the unhealthy smells of
the capital drove the young couple- to Dieppe.
They started on one of those bright, moon
light nights which make it a joy to watch the
silvery and misty meadows and distant hills
and trees from the carnage windows. One
of those nights which give a new beauty to
the metalic glitter of the meandering Seine.
It was a new sensation to them to awake in
a room overlooking the sea, and watch it
spatkle as the dawn crept over it. The walks
in the shady hollows of VarengviUe, the long
still siestas on the beach at sunset; the Casino,
with its symphonies and waltzes—all were
new to them. In the daily delight they lived
and breathed almost as in a dream.
Now and then Adrien seemed a trifle wor
ried. His thoughts would stray away to the
rush and tumult of business. But Renee’s
tenderness soon restored his serenity. Her
voice found a ready echo in his heart when
she described the fairness of the landscape.
She taught him to share her own ectacy. He
bowed to her higher intelligence unresistingly,
yielding himself a willing slave to
her whom he had to thank for a
happiness till then he had not known.
One sunshiny morning as the sea lay out
stretched, idly reflecting the white cliffs and
the blue sky, Adrien went out for a stroll
alone. As he was leaving the house a letter
from one of his fellow clerks was handed
him. He read it hurriedly, turned pale as
death; and, vainly striving to hide the shock
it had given him, wandered down to the beach
like one demented.
He was overwhelmed—horror struck. His
brain was on fire. But by a tremendous ef
fort he regained his composure, and when, a
few minutes later, he went to meet Renee,
his brow was almost unruffled. She came
toward him, smiling, lovely and fresh as the
day in her light and dainty gray drass.
Though not unused to seeing her husband
gloomy, she guessed something was amiss,
and asked him what ailed him. In reply he
sniffed.
“Won’t you come for a row, Adrien?”
“With pleasure. The weather is glorious.”
On returning from a walk on the sands—
now wet with splashing and silvery waves—
they had a humed lunch, and at low tide set
out in a boat, alone. Hardly a breath of
wind stirred. The idlers on the beach were
few, and the sun beat fiercely down upon the
still waters. Adrian took the oars, pulling
vigorously, while his wife sat dreaming in
the stern. For some moments they were
silent
The shore began to fade. They could still,
however, see the outline of the houses on the
cliffs. Round about them hovered snow-white
sea gulls, uttering shrill cries. Dieppe, with
its venerable grey and brown roofs, grew
more and more misty in the sunlit vapor.
Adrien slackened speed. Every now and
again he smiled at Renee, who seemed wrapt
in a reverie.
They said little. At times the sight of a
gull catching a fish, or a fishing-boat with its
three-cornered sail, or the appearance above
the horizon of some steamer dragging its long
smoke penant behind it, would elicit a remark,
but that was all.
When they were quite on the open sea
Adrien stopped rowing and sighed deeply.
“You seem tired, dear,” said Renee.
“Aye, tired.”
“And so careworn.”
“Alas, yes,” he exclaimed, vainly trying to
conceal the bitterness of his anguish.
R.enee looked at him steadily for an instant,
and then in a short, determined tone, said:
“Something is wrong.”
“I will tell you all, Renee,” he answered.
The wavelets rippled on. The sun sank
slowly to rest in the clear golden sky. Adrien
began his story:
“Renee, a friend of mine, is in a terrible
position. No matter what his name is; it
matters little. All you need know is that he
has speculated with money which did not be
long to him. A company on which he
counted has failed, and he is not only ruined,
but at the mercy of the merciless laws,
awaiting di:.»onor.”
“How do you think of helping him?”
“I don’t know. He has asked me for ad
vice./
“If I were in his place I’d kill myself.”
“He has a wife.”
“Married!” exclaimed Renee. “Married!
I can give him no advice then.”
Adrien said no more for a time. He was
torn by an inward struggle. He would fain
have spoken, but the confession that trembled
on his tongue seemed to be choking him. At
last by desperate effort, he said, hcarsely:
“Renee, I have not told all yet. I—l am
the man who has speculated with that money.
lam the man who has been ruined—the man
' who may to-morrow be standing in the felon’s
dock.”
Renee gave one wild cry and grew white as
death. But as her husband, thinking she was
fainting, drew near to help her, she gathered
strength and pushed him from her.
THE SAVANNAH DAILY TIMES, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 1885.
"1 am a miserable wretch," said Adrien.
“Forgive me.”
“I forgive you.”
There was silence again. The waves lapped
lazily against the boat and the clear bright
light seemed to mock them.
Renee never recriminated, nor murmured,
nor wept. Her stony glance told of terrible
despair. Her silence was big with resolution.
Adrion said nothing; he sat still, watching
her, scanning her face with the eager and
searching eye of the criminal. His wife had
suddenly became his judge, and her virtue
crushed him.
As he waited anxiously, Renee said with
feverish excitement:
“AU is lost. Let it be so. Ruin and shame
are before us. Lot us face them—but let us
face them in death!”
“Death, Renee? You—to die?”
“We can die together. ”
The tears welled to Adrion’s eyes, and
Renee continued:
“They saw us row away together. Every
one will fancy it was an accident. What do
we leave behind us? No one. Nothing binds
us to the past. I loved you. lam bound to
you by indissoluble bonds. Your shame
would be my shame. I could not live on
longer. We have hail happy love-lit hours
together. Now that fate has cruelly snatched
all from us, let us have done with life for
ever.”
“Death! Suicidel” muttered Adrien.
“Aye, suicide,” replied Renee. “It is a
crime, and God, who reads my heart, may
pardon it.”
The sun had by this time almost set beyond
the horizon. A long purple reflection colored
the surface of the water. The sea was still,
and over away where the golden rays glanced
upon the cliffs were crowds of happy, care
less people idling.
The farewell was terrible but short. Ere
the sun had quite sunk, red and round, into
the waves, acting under a common impulse
they upset the boat, and locked in one last
embrace they disappeared.
******* *
There is twilight on the beach now. The
leaden sea sighs like the wind in pine wood.
The beach is deserted except in the corner, on
the other side of the harbor, where a group
of horrified people have gathered around the
body of a man that has drifted on some low
rocks. Some fishermen are trying hard to
call Adrien back to life. A brave hearted
Pollet man has rescued him just as he was
sinking.
At length he opens his eyes, revives, and
murmurs feebly, “Renee! Renee!”. No ans
wer. The pitying looks of the people round
him tell him the whole dreadful truth. He
has been saved alone! His reason gives way
under this last, terrible blow. Remorse and
grief overwhelm him. He is mad.
The news spread rapidly through the town.
It got to the ears of Justice, and Adrien Ver
non, the dishonest cashier, was carried off to
the infirmary of the prison.
Solemn magistrates questioned him. Grave
doctors examined him and tried their best to
get him to confess. AU in vain. One fixed
idea has possession of his wretched brain.
Renee has returned from a long, long jour
ney, and all these pitiless people, these doc
tors, judges and nurses, are leagued together
to part him from her forever.
The days pass by, but his mind never for
an instant loses the impression. Renee is
awaiting him. They are keeping her from
his arms. He is the victim of horrible perse
cution.
One night, with the cunning of one some
times finds in madmen, he managed to cheat
the vigilance of his guards. An open window
gives him his opportunity. With one leap
he reaches the courtyard. In another instant
he has scrambled over the wall and is run
ning as for dear life across the fields. Over
head the stars are twinkling. Below the sea
is breaking noisily upon the beach. He runs
on and on toward the cliff. A voice, a be
loved voice is calling him. Far and wide all
sleep. Over yonder, on the heights, the Aiily
lighthouse flashes at intervals. Adrien still
tears on, fevered -with longing. Renee lives
—he knows it. She is there. For now not
only does he hear her voice, he sees her, float
ing before him in the darkness. Why does
she flee from him as she calls?
He stretches out his arms toward her, gasp
ing. His madman’s eyes see her—see her
clearly. She is the white phantom form on
the cliff, surely. And he staggers to meet
her, getting closer and closer to the brink of
the precipice.
Now he is on the very edge. Another step,
and he wiU be hurled upon the stones beneath
him, where the storm-tossed sea roars and
moans so furiously. Nothing stops him.
Renee still calls. He strives to overtake the
vision—his foot slips and his body falls, crash
ing on to the beach!
Death was kind in its cruelty.
He died painlessly—his eyes and heart full
of her whom he had loved. The dark waves
went on singing their eternal song, and, at
the foot of the old castle, Dieppe slept peace
fully.
Saving Expenses.
[Rochester Democrat.]
The change of the method of compen
sating United States Court officials by sala
ries, instead of fees, as proposed by the Com
mittee on Expenditures in the Department of
Justice, it is estimated will save the Govern
ment annually about $519,800, as follows:
Marshals, §58,700; attorneys, and assistant
attorneys, $50,100; clerks, 860,000; commis
sioners, $30,000; jurors, $110,000; witnesses,
$160,000; United States Courts in Utah, $26,-
000, and miscellaneous expenses, $14,600. It
is understood that a majority of the mem
bers of the Appropriation Committee favor
the change.
Russia’s Great Weakness.
[New York Sun.]
Russia’s greatest weakness is her size. The
borders are practically as defenseless as they
were seventy-five years ago, and besides, are
virtually in the hands of non-Russiau nation
alities, none of whom have too much lot e for
the Czar. The correspondent says: “The
Finns, Swedes, Germans, Poles, Jews, Greeks,
Tartars, Tcherkassiaus, Georgians, Armen
ians, Turcomans, Turans, Kirghizes, Samo
yeds, Buriats, and numerous other Siberian
tribes, with Laplanders in the end, complete
the ring of the Great Bear's huge country.
And where is the Russian? In the hole.”
An Early Post Office.
[Pittsburg Dispatch.]
A post office for letters to for ign parts was
established “for the benefit of the English
merchants” in the reign of James I, but the
extension of the system to inland letters was
left to the succeeding reign. Charles I, by
proclamation issued in 1635, may be said to
have founded the present post office. By this
proclamation he commanded “his Postmaster
of England for foreign parts to settle a run
ning post or two,-to run night and day, be
tween Edinburgh and London, to go thither
and come back again in six days, and to take
with them all such letters as shall be directed
to any post town in or near that road.”
Men who live crooked careers are, never
theless, very often in straiten*.! circumstance!
Call
WHITE _CBAPE.
It was a very plain little cottage, quit*
small, three rooms and a kitchen, I guessed
from its outward apjiearunce, and painted a
reddish brown.
It stood back a few feet from the sidewalk,
and the little strip of yard between its front
door and and the gate was a waste of grass
and weeds. An umbrella china tree grew be
side the gate, whose princtpnJ function seemed
to lie the holding np to view a rod placard set*
ting forth that the premises were “For Rent.”
They had been for rent for three months at
least, and the red placard was well nigh
washed away by the winter storms before ft
met the predestined eyes which were to look
upon it with favorable consideration.
It was in early April The china tree was
coming into leaf, and the tall gypsy cousins
of the aristocratic daisies were camping in
the weedy waste of the door yard.
I had been out for my accustomed morning
stroll, looking after my roses in the up-town
gardens, and passing the cottage on my way
home, I was struck by the novel fact that the
inefficient little gate stood open. Glancing
under the branches of the china tree, I saw a
young woman standing on the mouldy stops
looking critically about her, and a young man
on the tiny portico in the oct of locking the
door.
I halted beside the gate, looking away, as
if interested in the hoisting of a kite by some
urchins in the street, and in a moment they
they came out, their faces glowing with the
joy of satisfied quest.
It needed no superhuman penetration to
discover that they were newly-married and
about to set up their first housekeeping. Her
accurately matched hat and dress, simple and
unpretending as they were, bore the unmis
takable stamp of the trousseau, and the con
fidence with which she took his arm, and the
earnestness with which they spike, turning
their faces toward each other, told of a hap
piness some months old, and beginning to de
scend to practical considerations.
I believe I pass among my acquaintances
for a rather cynical old bachelor, and I sup
pose my best friends would hardly think me
capable of the warm glow that suffused my
heart as I saw this young husband—a tall,
strong-limbed, manly fellow, by the way—
pat the little hand that lay on his arm and
laugh fondly down into the upturned face of
his girl wife.
The burnishing of such a tiny shell is not
an affair of many days, so I was not surprised
one morning toward the end of the same week
to see the young man come out of the little
gate and close it behind him, waving his hand
to somebody within as he turned away. I met
him at the corner, and could well fancy that
that his smiling lijjs still felt the warm press
ure of the parting kiss.
As I reached the deepening shade of the
China tree I saw her standing on the portico,
her head resting against its square wooden
pillar, her drooped hands clasped lightly be
fore her, and her eyes fixed upon vacancy,
trying for the thousandth time to make real
unto herself the strange newness of the situa
tion. At ,the sound of my step she broke
away from her reverie and turned into the
house with a brisk air of having duties to
perform. The next moment a window was
thrown up and a voice broke out in a gay
lilting song like that of a glad bird in a blue
summer sky.
To pass the cottage soon became a favorite
feature in my daily promenades, and I sel
dom failed to catch a glimpse of one or both
of its occupants. Sometimes she was about
going to market, and it was delightful to no
tice the assumption of matronly dignity with
which she now tied her bonnet on, instead of
pinning it as fornjerly, and covered her
shoulders with a little cape with long flowing
ends.
Sometimes she sat sewing near the window,
and once the door being open, I looked into
the very heart of the domestic areanum, and
beheld her with upturned sleeves and wide
apron, viciously beating something in a great
yellow bowl.
It was some time in June, I think, that I
bade a silent farewell to my unknown friends
in the cottage.
It was a moonlight night, I remember; the
air was heavy with the odor of night-bloom
ing jessamine, and a mocking bird was sing
ing somewhere near.
The china tree was black with its full clus
tered foliage, and the moon’s rays could not
penetrate to the little portico.
I could see two figures seated there, how
ever, in tile shadow, and their attitude, and
the low murmur of their voices, accorded well
to my mind with the jessamine odor and the
bird-song. * * *
I stayed abroad unusually late. I found
myself well accomodated and well amused in
Florence, and these conditions fulfilled, one
place is as good as another to a bachelor with
out ties.
It was late in December when I landed in
New York, and a series of long promised vis
its to some distant relations occupied another
two months, so March had come round before
I again unpacked my trunks in my familiar
room and fell again into the loitering routine
of my life at home.
I had not forgotten my cottage people, and
one of my first engagements with myself was
to pass their gate and look in upon them.
It was a bright sunshiny day when I set
out to keep this engagement, though the east
winds and the clouds of dust amply fulfilled
the traditions of the month. As I approached
the place the leafless trees and the closed
blinds recalled its aspect a year ago, only
there was no red placard.
But what was this fluttering from the door
knob in the heedless March wind? Crape!
For a moment the sky seemed to reel, and the
fair young wife dreaming upon the portico
that April morning swept like a phantom be
fore my dazed eyes.
Collecting myself, I looked again. The
crape was white; all pure white, like the
Easter lilies, white as the dear hopes that had
centered in the little life whose going out it
signaled to all the passers, pleading with every
human heart for sympathy in the tenderest of
human griefs.
It was some days before I gathered courage
to pass that way again, though my thoughts
knocked frequently at the door. The east
wind was laid that morning, and tne sun
shone with a genuine spring temperature;
there was a sound of birds in the trees and a
scent of roses in the air. that it seemed must
speak of hope to the newest grief.
I walked slowly by on the opposite side of
the way at about the hour she had been ac
customed to go to market, but no matronly
little figure stood on the steps.
The door opened when I had nearly passed,
and the figure of the husband appeared. He
came slowly down toward the gate, which he
had almost reached, when the door was
again thrown open, and a smothered voice
called:
“Harry."
In a moment he was at her side, clasping
her in his arms and stroking her hair sooth
ingly, with sad, comforting kisses.
Ah! well, well, the lonely heart does not
escape sorrow, and it was not your scalding
tea, Mrs. Timmins, that brought tears to my
eyes, as your daughter passed the dining
room door with her baby in her arms.
Downright Cruelty.
To permit yourself and family to
“Suffer!”
With sickness when It can be prevented
and cured so easily
With Hop Bitters!! 1
Having experienced a great deal of
“Trouble!" from Indigestion, so much so
that I came near losing my
Life!
My trouble always came after eating any
food—
However light
And digestible,
For two or three hours at a time I had to go
through the most
Excruciating pains,
“And the only way I ever got”
“Relief!”
Was by throwing up all my stomach con
tained. No one can concei ?e tl>e pains that I
bad to go through, until
“At last?”
I was taken! “So that for three weeks I lay
In bed and
Could eat nothing!
My sufferings were so that I called two doc
tors to give me something that would stop
the pain; their
Efforts were no good to me.
At last I heard a good deal •
“About your Hop Bitters !
And determined to try them.”
Got a bottle—in four hours I took the con
tents of
One!
Next day I was out of bed, and have not
seen a
“Sick!”
Hour, from the same cause since
I have recommended it to hundreds of oth
ers. You have no such
“Advocate as I am.”—Geo. Kendall, Alls
ton, Boston, Mass.
Columbus Advocate, Texas, April 21, ’B3.
Dear Editor—l have tried your Hop Bitters,
a d find they are good for any complaint.
The best medicine I ever used in my family.
H. Talenek,
W-None genuine without a bunch of green
Bops on the white label. Shun all the vile,
poisonous stuff' with “Hop” or “Hops” in
’.heir name.
LEMONS AS MEDICINE.
They regulate the Liver, Stomach, Bowels
Kidneys and Blood, and cure all Throat and
Lung diseases as prepared by Dr, H. Mozley,
in his Lemon Elixir and Lemon Hot Drops.
LEMON ELIXIR.
Cures indigestion, headache, malaria, kidney
disease, fever, chills, loss of appetite, debility
and nervous prostration by regulating the
Liver, Stomach, Bowels, Kidneys and Blood.
Lemon Elixir is prepared from the fresh
juice of Lemons, combined with other veget
able liver tonics, cathartics, aromatic stimu
lants and blood purifiers.
Fifty cents for one half pint bottle; one
dollar for pint and a half bottle. Sold by
druggists generally, and by all wholesale
druggists.
LEMON HOT DROPS.
Cure all Coughs. Colds. Hoarseness, Sore
Throat, Bronchitis, Pneumonia and all
Throat and Lung Diseases ccept Consump
tion, which disease it pa ites and greatly,
relieves. Price, 2-5 cents. >,d by all drug
gists. Prepared by Dr. H. Mozley, office 134
Whitehall street, Atlanta, Ga.
From a Prominent Lady.
I have not been able in two years to walk or
stand without suffering great pain. Since
taking Dr. Mozley’s Lemon Elixir, I can walk
half a mile without suffering tire least incon
venience.
Mrs. K. H. Bloodworth, Griffin, Ga.
For sale by
LIPPMAN BROS., Druggists,
Savannah, Ga.
EMJS’ Hi MB.
W«at Evans & Bro. Say About
An Unauthorized Sale in Sa
vannah by H. L. Schreiner.
In recent advertisements we claimed to be
the Sole Authorized Agents for Evans’ 10-Cent
Music, and that Mr. Schreiner had surrep
tiously and underhandly obtained the small
lot which he was selling under regular price
and in direct violation of our rights. The follow
ing letter from the Publisuers snows our
statement to be based on fact.
Boston, Mass., Feb. 14,1885.
Ludden & Bates Southern Music House :
Gentlemen—We had, as we supposed,
made arrangements whereby no music could
be shipped by our Branches inter your terri
tory. The arrangement has been violated,
but by whom we do not know. We are in
vestigating, and will report as soon as possi
ble. You may depend on our giving you full
protection. We have never printed a Catalogue
for Mr. Schreiner, nor will we. The houses in
Philadelphia, New York and other cities bear
our name, and he has no doubt obtained a
small lot of our music from one of these cities.
Truly yours,
W. A. Evans & Bro.
What ay About the Matter
Competition is the life of trade, and we
don't in the least object to It, when it is legi
tlmate; but, when it degenerates into sheer
piracy, through the practice of dishonorable
methods, which no Dealer who duly respects
himself or his calling will employ, we are
certainlj’ warranted in giving the public the
facts in the case.
As the Only Authorized Agents for Evans'
IC Cent Music, we shall continue to sell it at
therUBLtsHERS’ regular price, lOcents per
copy. We haven't as yet got down to the
level of a 5-cent music trade, and trust that
we never m«y so far forget ourselves and dis
grace the music trade.
Large Additw io b 10:. Musie
Remember, that we bouvht at one purchare
40,003 copies of Evans Music, and have every
piece that they publish on our shelves. Besides
this we have thousands of copies of Music from
all publishers, which we sell at 10 cents per
copy. And a’so 35,000 copies of Stoddard’s
10c. Musical Library—each number con
taining three pieces of Music, making it the
cheapest Music in the world.
No Music House in America offers their
patrons such a line of Cheap Music as we now
show.
Ludden & Bates
MUSIC HOUSE.
N. 8.-Still giving away the 5-Cent Music.
It’s Just good enough for advertising pur
poses.
Renovated and dyed to look as well as new
at 212 Broughton street near West Broad.
GEO. R. DODGE.
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