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DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST U, 1878.
Lilies for au Album.
Bg Edna Cora.
How sweet this pleasing task would be,
Did I but know that in thy heart
Was one kind, gentle thought t>f me
Still cherish’d there when fnr apart!
But, ah! we met as strangers meet,
And we may never meet again,
Yet memory’s song to me is sweet,
And ever dear her flowery chain.
Then listen, lady dear, while I
Try to fulfill my promise true,
And as the passing moments fly,
I’ll give my every thought to you.
And^ctjfqr ^ee wlmt can I trace,
For joy’s own self thou scem’st to be?
I read it in thyliappy face;
Oh! what then can I wish for thee?
Dear Mary, could my
The friendship that T how would send
To dwell forever in thy heart,
And ever claim thee as my friend.
Oh! then the task would not be vain—
The happy wish that I would breathe
, Would place one link in friendship’s chain;
One floweret bright for memory wreathe.
I wish for thee—yet stop to dream
What e’er thy future lot may be,
And trace it as a happy beam
Of dazzling sunlight on the sea;
And' pause to hope that coming years
May find thee still as thou art now,
With not a stain of sorrow’s tears,
Or cloud of care upon thy brow.
And may thy laughter be as light—
Thy heart as ever glad and gay;
May disappointment never light
Upon thy joyous, happy way.
When years have flown away so fast,
And ail thy youthful dreams liavc
perished,
Keep this memento of the past ~
With other ones that thou hast cherish’d.
Oh! sometimes coinc with gentle eye,
And o'er these pages kindly bend;
Then memory will give u sigli
To each bclov'd, departed friend!
My namfe fvill then reveal to thee—
Though parted in this world so wide,'
And I may long forgotten be—
That once I tarried by thy side.
MONEY.
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BY MAUV E, CLARKE.
“So you think young Holmes really
loves you?”
“Uncle!”
“That look of surprised indigna
tion is quite superfluous, my dear
child.' I aril' dwuro of the fact that
Atherton Holmes litis been your most
devoted cavalier for several mouths,
and has finally made you a proposal
of marrin^fqf at the same time—par
don me—I doubt liis love. He is
too worldly, too selfish to suit such li
nature as yours. I wish ”
‘Well, uncle* what do you, wish?”
“I wish you would postpone your
wedding for a few months. You are
not in any hurry to leave me?”
“No, no, a thousand times no. I
will postpone the wedding; but, un
cle, I think you misjudge Atherton.”
“Well, well, child, I am satisfied
if you are happy. I have had too
much, trouble myself to wish to cross
yquifg §e6plc in their love.”
The speakers were Mr. Lawrence
Colttiri, and his niece, Catherine
Lewis; and, in order to introduce
you properly to my heroine, I must
. gOi-hfletam my story.
Mr. Lewis', Catherine’s father, was
a man of largo wealth, aud this was
his only child, The pet of both pa
rents, her life, until she was seven
teen years old, was one of unbroken
sunshine. But at that time, her
mother died, when her father, mar-
iymgagain,*and to one uncongenial
to our # 7beroui(k tho hitter
ourt-herpjuo,-the-hitter went to
live wiVn Mr* Colton, Who declared
his intention of leaving her his large
fortune. Her year of mourning over,
uncle insisted upon opening his
house, ap&mfroducing Kate into so
ciety as his heiress. She came out,
in her nineteenth year, a beauty, an
understood heiress, and a novelty,
for Mrs. Lewis, herself averse to so
ciety, had never introduced Kate
into* it.
Of course suitors were plenty.
With a tall, full figure, perfect feat
ures, and tho raro contrast of bluck
hair and eyes, with a pure red and
white complexion, Kate Lewis was
not one to pass nnnoticcd in soci
ety, and her reported heiress-ship did
not detract from her charms. Among
those who admired this brilliantly
beautiful girl, was a young physician
for whom Kate entertained the groat
est respect, and who had her warm,
sincere friendship. She did not
know why Frank Lee was such a pot
of her uncle’s, but site met him at
home constantly. It was an old love
story; and when the son of her who
had been the love of Mr. Colton’s
youth, came to him poor, orphaned,
friendless, he had but obeyed the
dictates of a warm, generous nature,
in educating and providing for him
K*atc knew uotiling pf this; sho only
knew that Dr. Lee was a pet of her
unclo’s and her dear mother's; she
liked him in a frank, sisterly way,
but she never imagined that beneath
the quiet, brotherly manner he always
extended toward her, the young man
hid a^fierce, hot love, all the more
violent that a sense of honor kept it
concealed.
Frank Leo was proud. He had
obeyed his Another’s last wish when
ho came to Lawrence Colton after
her death, -and the warm, loving
tenderness of his guardian made the
sense of obligation sweet, not pain
ful. He hud studied hard, hnd pass
ed with high honors through the
medical college, and knew that liis
ardent love for his profession, and
the high stand lie was gradually
reaching in liis practice, more than
repaid liis.benefactor for the first
outlay. But to woo Mr. Colton’s
heiress, to take advantage of his fine
ly offered hospitality, to steal away
the love that was the old man’s life,
was repugnant to the young man's
high sense of honor, tind he loved
silently unsuspected.
Atherton Holmes, the gentleman
whose splendid talents had won
Kate’s consent, when he asked her
to be his wife, was a man selfish, but
capable of concealing his selfishness,
talented, anil intellectual’ enough to
completely dazzle a young, fresh
heart like Kate’s, and take her fancy
captive. She believed sincerely his
protestations of never-dying love,
she fancied she returned it, but the
uncle read the Noting heart better
than she did herself.
Had Frank Lee guessed how near
to Mr. Colton's heart lay the hope
that his niece would, one day, marry
this son of his adoption, he need not
have schooled his heart to snclt stern
silence; hut lie did riot suspect it.
He saw the flush, which had left
Kate’s cheek since her mother’s
death, come back in Atherton’s pres
ence; he noted the full, joyous tones
of her voice when she sang with her
betrothed; he marked the light
buoyant step which hastened to meet
his rival, and he proudly smothered
his own grief, and returned the cor
dial, frank greeting Kate always gave
him, with flic same gentle courtesy
which he had ever extended to her.
And now that you are acquainted,
reader, with my heroine, I will take
you back to the cosy sitting-room, in
which the conversation which opens
my story was held. The group
there consisted'of Mr. Colton, Mrs.
Kneass, a lady who superintended
his household affairs, and did inter
minable pieces of crochet work in the
sitting-room in the evenings, and
Frank Lee, whoso curly head is rest
ing on the arm of Mr. Colton’s chair,
his large, soft, blue eyes fixed on the
fire, and his hand clasped fast in
that of his old friend. With his
first love thrown hack upon his
heart, Frank had filled partially the
craving for love, by becoming almost
girlish in his demonstrations of affec
tion toward Mr. Colton. Now seated
on a low stool at the old man’s feet,
ho was slowly caressing the withered
hand, his eyes fixed on the grate fire,
his thoughts far away. The door
which leads from the sitting-room to
the parlor stands open, and the rich,
full notes of a woman's voice, accom
panied by the tones of the grand
piano, came from the other room.
Kate sang well. Feeling music in
the inmost depths of her nature, she
could pour forth the full tones of a,
rich contralto voice with passionate
expression; and Frank, m his dreamy
reverie, felt his whole soul spring to
a now trembling life, as the glori
ous voico fell, charged with the on'
orgy of a German love song upon
his ear. A deep, heavy sigh escaped
him unconsciously.
Some long silent memory in Mr.
Colton’s heart was stirred too by this
glorious young voico, and tho sigh,
coming upon tlicso memories, was a
revelation to tho old man. He look
ed up. Mrs. Kneass, far away at
tho other end of tho room, nodded
over tho crochet work.- Atherton
was hosido Kuto; the young man and
his old friend were, to all intents and
purposes, alone. Still liis voice was
low, and ho bent forward till liis
white hair mingled with Frank’s
brown curls before ho spoke; then
he said,
“Frank, you love Kate.”
Frank did not start. Tho words
chiiricd well with the thoughts in his
heart. He only said,
“Yos; but she does not dream of
it”
“Frank.” Tho old man’s yoico,
though low, was full aud deep. If
—remember, I say— if she ever
needs a friend, remember I charge
you to bo that friend.”
“Sho will not need mo,” said tho
young man, sadly. “Loving*uiid
loved, she will not need a frierid-
whon she is Atherton’s wife.”
But the oli man only repeated,
“Remember, I charge you to be
that friend!”
Kate at that instant finished her
song, and came, with Atherton, into
the room. They wore a handsome
couple. His tall, erect'figure match
ed hers well; and tho dark eyes were
full of tenderness as they rested on
her face. She looked radiantly beau
tiful; the excitement of singing had
given a rich crimson glow to her
cheek; and her eyes wore full of fire
and hri^Uaney. y .
Without any of that blushing em-
barassmerit which lovo, real love,
would have given her, she welcomed
Frank, whom she had not seen before,
and drew her chair up bosido her
uncle, as if, Atherton inwardly ob
served, “I was her grandfather.”
Three little weeks later, how
changed was the scone in the sitting-
room! Mr. Colton, seized with tho
same sudden disease which had car
ried Kate’s mother to the grave, died
a week after the night when ho pene
trated Frank’s secret. Frank, carry
ing out a long silent wish, was away
at the time, making a visit to Niag
ara, to he away on Kate’s wedding day
A terrible discovery came with Mr.
Colton’s death; instead of leaving
large wealth, it was found that lie
had bQpn living, for several years
past, not on his income, hut on his
capital, and it was all spent; there
.was nothing, literally nothing for
Kate. In her first grief, Kate had
naturally turned to Atherton for
comfort, aud found his soothing ten
derness cxpressihly dear to her; but
when the state of her uncfels affairs
was told her, her first thought, dic
tated by a high sense of honor,
prompted her to release Mr. Holmes
from h.Ls engagcuneqt, She wrote to
him, looking upon the note," in her-
secret heart, as a more form. To her
surprise, a polite, chilling answer was
roturned. Mr. Holmes, since he
could escape the odium of himself
proposing this measure, accepted Miss
Lewis's offer to release him from the
engagement.
It would he impossible to describe
the sudden revulsion of feeling in
Kate’s heart: She knew now that
sho had never given her whole love
to her betrothed; and the expression
of withering contempt which came
upon her lip, as she rcud tho note,
would have shamed even Atherton
could he have seen it. Tho note,
however, was tho last burden laid
upon a heart already overladen with
grief and anxiety, and Kate’s phy
sical health gave way under tho ac
cumulation of mental troublo. Frank,
on his return, found Mrs. Kneass
mourning over liis benefactor’s death,
and Miss Kuto’s illness.
She was not sick many days, but
tlioy were long eriough to make her
feel, with a strange, deep pleasure,
the kind caro of her uncle’s ward.
Tho respeotful tenderness with which
ho treated her; the unremitting pro
fessional cave ho gave her; tho gentle,
heartfelt sympathy ho showed in her
grief wore now, and her poor, tired
heart rcstod with a senso of comfort
upon tho love of her friond, her
brother, as she fondly callod him,
lAs sooh as sho was well enough to
go put, again, sho applied for tho
plfco of governess in a family with
wit rim she had been on visiting terms,
ftfid her services wore gladly accepted.
She did not tell Frank of this stop
irritill it was irrevocable. The fami-
l|: were to leavo for Europe in a few
days, and when mado aware of the
certainty that, for a time at least, ho
must lose his idol, Frank’s long silent
love could bo concealed no longer.
He'told her all, concluding with
“Kate, I know that your heart is
not initio yet; I do not ask you now
return my lovo, but lot mb
hopo. Wherever you are, write to
me only ono word, ‘Come,’ and I
will hasten to you. You will let mo
bo your friond and brother, until I
may fill a nearer place, will you not,
Kate?”
Trembling with the excitement of
a now joy; not daring to trust her
own heart yet after its recent mis
take; scorning to add to liis worldly
cares by coming to him, penniless,
mourning, and, iter heart whispered,
rejected by another, Kate only re
plied in words of friendship; yet,
when earnest pleading rose to im
passioned eloquence, sho did whisper
tho word ho longed for—“Hopo.”
Three years later a group of
gentlemen wore assembled on tho
porch of one of tho hotels at Sara
toga, when a gentleman and two
Indies rode up on horseback. The
Jtri’einoat,. ,wl(n> camo (euiiterin^. ; gayly
rip to the porch, was a pretty blonde,
in a blue habit and white' hat,, by
riamo Minnie Hayes; following her
more slowly came, side by side, an
elderly gentleman, and a tall lady
in a black habit and hat. Heavy
braids of black hair resting on her
cheek, and a pair of large, dreamy,
black eyes,* made tho pallor of her
face positively startling. Yet palo
and sad, she was lovely still, and
many comments were made upon her-
looks as sho rode slowly up to the
steps.
One of the gentlemen, a now arri
val, pressed slightly forward as ho
saw her face.
“You are admiring Miss Lewis,
Doctor,” said ono of tho gentlemen
standing near him. “Don’t lose your
heart, sho is only a governess of Miss
Hayes’s. They roturned from Europe
last woek, and cume directly boro.
Miss Lewis had scarcely arrived,
when sho changed her dross from a
light to a deep mourning, and refus
ed to come into tho ball-room. I
suppose she is some relation to the
rich Lewis who died about two
months ago 1 ”
At this moment Kate raised her
oyos to the porch, and they restod
first oti the face sho had longed for
three voars^to see. Hho bowed, and
a faint color roso to her chock.
Frank bounded down tho steps to
meet her, but before ho lmd walked
from the porch stops to thoso where
the party dismounted, Kate hud
gone into the house. A few mo
ments later, a waiter put a card into
his hand—ono word only wus pen
ciled on it. Como..
He followed the man to tho pri
vate parlor engaged by Mr. Htiyes,
and there alone, still in her riding-
dress, stood Kate.
Not many words passed at first,
but when tho first joy of meeting
was over, Kuto said,
“I am so glad, Frank, so glad
that I waited. I do not como to
you now, as I should have done three
years ago. My father’s rcceot death,
as he left no will, puts me in posses
ion of more money than I ever ex
pected my uncle would "leave, and, if
you take me, you must tukc my
property.”
Atherton Holmes always winced
when tho beautiful Mrs. Leo wus
spoken of in his prosoncc, hor ro
mantic story alluded to, and espe
cially when tho narrator ttddcd,
“And, after all, though Mr. Col
ton loft nothing, sho was an heiress,
for sho inherited • all her father’s
money.”
WRITING FOH THE PBESS.
Many persons luiVo a lingering do-
siro to soe their names in print, and
jpg
to write for tho press; and this, in
many, instances, is a very laudable
aspiration, Doubtless, most minds
have at, times thoughts which aro
worth being had in perpetual remem
brance, and the Way in which this
can be mosticffoctnally accomplished
is by placing those thoughts on rceoi*d
in written or printed form. One
such thought may save a soul. Tho
great mistake which many make is in
thinking that there is little, need of
euro, labor, or experience in presen
ting their thoughts to tho \
an intelligible and acceptnbli
public in
Very fow men would undertake to
make a horsc-shoo without some
training; there aro men who might
have a general idea regarding a
house alien as they would like to
build, but fow of them would under
take to produce it without boiuo'pre
vious exporionco in architecture; in-
dood there aro riot many pooplo who
would expoet to make a flnishod and
saleablo pair of boots tho first time
trying; but there aro bund rods of
persons who think themselves com
petent to write, and expect their wri
tings will bo published, when they
have noifchor tho education, training,
or experience needful ami aro un
willing to take tho oxtru caro and
pains required to remedy thoir defi
ciencies. Ther aro more good shoe
makers than good writers: moro men
Who can build respectable houses thau
can write readahle ii communieations.
8omo men might make shoos without,
previous exporionco, but they would
expect, to work slow and take groat
pains, and. it would ho a mattor of
great surprise if their first, job was
not u, failure, and their second far
from a complete success.
Let persons who luivo witlrin them
“thoughts-that breathe,” endeavor to
clothe them in “words that burn.”
But lot them ho content to work dil
igently, and to accept reproof and
criticism; lot them ho willing to do
thoir work once and again, so that
they might do it right Let them
voirtombor that they are not'exempt
from tho condition of all labor; and
that excellence is only obtained by
porserving endeavor, and that ho
who holds himself above cfiticism
may expect to be beneath esteem.
lose who would write acceptably
for the press, must talco pains; and
this is precisely what now writers aro
unwilling to do. They use poor pons,
palo ink, dingy paper, and Write on
both sides of the sheet, neglecting the
commonest, principles of composition,
and then say to the wearied,and over
worked editor: “Please correct all
mistakes, I write in a great lmrry.”
When judicious editors write arti
cles “in a grout hurry” they either re
vise them when at leisure, throw them
into the fire, or put them in a pig
eon hole to wait a year, or two, till
they have time to ro-.ivrite them; and
a man must bo quite ignorant of hu
man nature to expect an editor to do
more for a stranger’s article t han ho
will for his own. If a man who has
written for tho press twenty years
finds it necessary to revise, correct,
re-read, and ro-Writo his own articles
to make them fit, for the public eye,
how can a man who has had no lit
erary training, and who writes in a
Don’t Overshoot.
Wo are told that a
preacher uttered a sermon a few Sab
baths ago which sounded wqII, but
whioh nobody understood. Accor*
dingly, ho has boon requested to re*
peat it, and “say it slow.” In one pf
liis sentences ho remarked: “The
marvelous multitudinojasncss of the
minutiae of tho corroborating cir
cumstances aro tho insurmountable
difficulties Wliioli unmistakably pre
vent the seoptio from discovering
truth.” But supposo that tho cir
cumambient nobuloUsness of the ne
gations Which would nullify the
nonentities of. sceptical cogitations
was cnligh toned by the Imdescont
irridations of clarified and, glorified
intuitions—what then? The trouble
with too many speakers and writors
is that they think moro of susiuiping
their own reputation for Bchoiarsliin
than ( hey do of the pooplo. Siimdo
yim ■ ii
lunguaguo is tho best, and wins
way in tho long run.
Poisonous Snakes.
It is a remarkable fact ,'tliat
virus of a poisonous snake is compar
atively harmless whon taken into tho
stomach, The most venomous snakes
scorn to possoss a perfect immunity
from tho poison of thoir own speieios,
not boing able to poison themselves
or oaoh otlior. It is fourid that car
bolic acid injected under tho cutlclo,
speedily destroys most of the venom
ous snakes. “Instinct” accordingly,
induces tho greatest repugnance in
tlicBO reptiles to this acid. \Poison
ous snakes quickly learn tho spot
where tho solution bus been sprink
led, and will not bite an animal who
has been smeared with it, Advan
tage may.be takon of this fact by
persons travelling in infested regions,
tfho clothing may bo sprinkled with
a weak solution of this acid, and the
oxpoBod portions of horses and otlior
animals may bo washed with it.
WY-v r ""“'' &ag&—
It was 120 dogreos in- the Hhodo
when Goorgo Washington Childs,
A. M. struck bis lyro and sang:
hurry, and is too careless to copy his
most ol
article untl present it in its mos
igihlo form, expect that it will bo no
ticed or published? To thoso who
desire to write, it may ho said:—Do,
your best, and when 1 you have expen
ded ubmidunt labor and pains upon
your article, arid mado it just us good
as you possibly can, you may be sure
that the editor even then will findplen-
' " and deficiencies in it. But
it you huvo not. done your host, and
are unwilling to take time to finish
and perfect it, retaining a copy for
yourself,-fthon by th’rowing your
manuscript into the firo, you will
savo the editor trouble, and yourself
disappointment, and then you cun try
again, and do better next time.—The
C'hriatiun.
The organs hare unearthed a now
device for arousing sectional feelings
among thoir readers. They say that
if the next congress is democratic in
both branches, Texas will ho cut up
into four or more states, and north
ern ascendimcy in the national
councils will disappear forever,
“Pitt away the broken pieces
fill'
Of our lost thermometer;
Tears of perspiration shod wo
O’er the jfato bofullen hor.
Gono hut not forgotten, is she;
Write above hor little grave—
Write in langungo simple; ‘Busted
By an isothermal wave.’”
—-—
Aii old man’s advice to a yohtig
man is, Don’t, lovo two girls at once.
Love is a good thing, but it is like
buttorin wurm weather—it Wori’t do
to have too much on band tit once.
Northern Ingratitude.
t Detroit Free Press, J
A nnmbor of republican journals
have turned thoir batteries upon ox-
Oongrossman Hyplior, of Louisiana,
botauso bis testimony boforetbe Pot
ter ccminittoo .did not exactly suit
them. Tho moment a southern
republican, refuses to swear through
thick and thin by and for tho party,
that moment tho scules full from tho
organic leper and they discover that
ho whom they once thought to bo
little lower than an angel, is alto
gether a disreputablo tcullnwag.
King C’hnrlee and lift* Fool.
This good fellow's influence was so
great that Charles, King of France,
onco remarked to him he thought
they hnd bettor change places. As
Jean did not look well pleased at tho
proposal, Clmrics asked him if ho
was not content at the idea of being
a king. “Oh, contout enough,” was
tho reply; “but I should tio ejfj
ingly ashamed at havingsnch li fool!”
It was this fool who once tried his
master’s nerve fey rushing into lint
room ono morning with the,'
exclamation: “Oh sire such newsl
Four thousund men have risen in the
city!” “What?” cried tho startled
king. “With what intention huvo
they risen?” “Well,” said Jean, plac
ing liis finger upon his noso, “prob
ably with the intention of lying down
again at bedtime!”
Drink alo or lager moderately, and
you will soon bo a dyspeptic. .