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The following lines presented to us by a
friend a pupil of the authoress, were written
by the late Matilda Heron, one of the best and
greatest Camille’s we have ever had the good
fortune to hear, and were respectfully dedica¬
ted to splendid “Gazzaniga,” the renowned
singer.
To “A. A. G. ’
Come to me, darling, I’m lonely without thee,
Come in the twilight, when day is at rest,
No rude eye shall witness me twining about
thee,
As loudly I pillow thy head on my breast.
Then come to me, darling; nor doubt I am true,
For my heart is but happy while thinking of
you.
Come in the midnight, that lone, quiet hour
When soul .blends with soul in Love’s star
light bower.
When linked in long sweetness of exquisite
bliss,
We murmer “good-night” in a sweet, silent
kiss.
Then come tome, darling; nor doubt I am true
For my heart is but happy while thinking
of you.
Come in the twilight, or midnight, or day;
It is only mv darkness when thou art away ;
But come to me, darling ! I languish ! I pine
For but one little smile, to say, “Love I am
thine I”
IN DISGUISE,
It was the year 18—, and I. a man
of 37, dwelt in the seaport town of
I had done business there for ten
long years. I was prosperous and well
thought of by my neighbors, but I can¬
not Ten say I was before a happy I had man. had what is
called years disappointment in love,
a
In my case it was a horrible, be¬
numbing blow upon the heart.
The girl to whom I had plighted my
troth, and whom I had loved with my
whole soul, a young, fresh beauty of
elopttd 17, seemingly the innocent of as wedding a child, day had
on eve our
with almost a stranger—a young man
endowed with remarkable beauty, and
with that air of woman’s gallantry heart. which is most
dangerous to had a passed.
Ten years
I had been a resident of for all
that time.
Although I had but reached the
prime of manhood, I was spoken of as
an “old bachelor.”
OfteD, as I sat alone in my library, I
used to wonder where the Mark Wil¬
mot of the past had wandered, to ask
myself dual, if the I imperishable could be soul was
or how still myself in
anything troubled but name with and these station, but I
no oie fancies, not
even old Taffeta, my confidential clerk,
who lived in my employ for nine years,
and died very suddenly at last.
his I place. promoted the clerk nextiu order to
en a vacanc made in the
office, I advertised for some one to fill it.
alone, I eat when in my library that night quite
the servant announced “a
gentleman.” When, obediencetomynod.be
m
was ushered in,'I arose to greet him,
and looked upon a stranger—a slender
young man with light brown hair and
mue eyes with a pale face.
‘Mr. Wilmot? he said.
' At your service, I replied.^
xon acivoitis6(l for r cltjrk, h© fell*
tered. “I have called—to apply.”
I asked him a lew questions.
His replies proved he that desired. he was capa
ble ol filling the post .
I asked for reference.
He answered frankly.
“I have none. I have no friend who
could vouch for me, 1 will try
aei-ve you faithfully it you will engage
me.”
Again the eyes that were the color
Estelle’s looked into mine.
Again I yield to their influence with
out a reference, asking only bis name.
He called himself Harry Rue.
I engaged my new clerk.
He came to my office the next day
and no one found any fault with b*
’
work.
Itook a fancy to him.
At last I asked him to my
and, having persuaded him to come
one evening, it grew into a habit that
we should spend the hours between
seven and ten together.
From liking him I learned to love
him.
I had never had a brofher, I had
never had an intimate male friend.
For the first time the perfect bliss of
unalloyed friendship came all to its me. tender¬
Now my heart gave
ness to a man.
Friendship, I said to myself, should
take love’s place—friendship that would
not fail me as love bad.
No woman should ever call me hus¬
band, but Heaven had none the less
given me a son.
When a year had gone by I resolved
to make him my heir, but when I told
him of my purpose, he fell upon bis
knees at my side, and begged me to
change my resolution.
“If you persist,” he said, in tones
that trembled with agitation, I shall
leave you forever. And I long to re¬
main with you; only I will not have you
talk Of such a thing, you will live
longer than I.”
I laughed at him.
I wondered at his excitement.
I secretly made my will as I had in¬
tended. I kept my action from his
knowledge. The
months passed on.
I had known him nearly two years.
I felt that I could not live without
him.
I would have advanced him to any
position in my power, but be refused
all promotion.
He clung to the little desk in the
dark corner, and in public kept bis shy
ways and anxious bearing.
Once or twice, when some great
burly man crossed the threshold, be
hurried from the office, and bid him¬
self in some musty store-rooms in the
rear.
I knew that there was some one
whom be dreaded, and at last I put the
question point blank.
He answered thus,
“There is a man on earth from whom
I hide continually. I doubt if be will
ever come to this place, but I bad
rather die than meet him,”
“I would tell you all.” he sighed, as
I took his hand, “but when I have told
you we will part. You will drive me
from your presence. Command me,
and I will speak; but then all is; over.
I admit to you that I am a very guilty
person. Remember, you took nxe with¬
out a reference.”
Then I said to myself:
“At some unwary moment be has
been beguiled by Satan into dishonesty.
I will ask no more. Whatever he may
have done, I love him. I do not wish
to know his crime.”*
And I said to him :
If “Nothing have sinned, can break our friendship.
you it is not against me.
Why should a discovery part vis?”
Yet those words and looks haunted
me, and I dreaded I knew not what.
One night in midsummer we were
walking in the principal street of our
little town together, when a noise of
tention. laughing and talking attracted our at¬
I had said something about the Voice
which pitched itself above the rest, and
had a certain musical ring to it, coarse
as it was, when the revelers brushed
past us, and the owner of the voice, a
tall man, with a handsome, flushed lace,
looked around at us.
He glanced at me, bi» t his eyes settled
on fi'iend’s my companion, and dropping his
arm he stagg ered toivard us.
“Who are you?” he said, graspin
his sleeve. “It’s t’fle most confounde
likeness. I say, who are you ?”
Then the other- man caught his
wrist, and he staggered otf again.
Harry Rue had made no resistance,
but I saw that he had turned deadly
pale.
He clung to my arm as we walked
homeward, and I knew as well as
though he had told me so that this was
the man he dreaded.
I knew something else also.
Changed as he was, this was the
man who, ten years ago, had stolen mv
sweetheart from me. K
This was the husband of Estelle
Wynne.
^ ‘Harry, I said, as we parted, “I ’
xiry© s6©ii tli© iuru w® ni6t b©—
fore. Plainly his own worst enemy
he '
now, was once mine.”
“I told you I. had been a young fool 1
He *
once. awakened me from my
dreams. '
“The girl I loved married him.
“Since then he has come to this, I
if she gained much by jilting
, me.”
“Poor so’al ! her life must have been
very darL Heaven knows what she
ma y h' iVe suffered. Poor girl ; poor
pretty Stella!”
u<r jh Heaven only knows !” sighed
*
arrv>
“And you speak kindlv of her ; you
*
i forgive ' her— you of all men
I caught his hand
“Harry/ I cried, “come into the
house with me. 1 must talk to you." her,
“You know this man. You know
SAVANNAH, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1879.
speak—tell me truly ; by your friend
ship tell me the truth.”
He yielded to the touoh.
She doors closed upon us.
We were alone in the dark, quiet
house. library
The moon shone through the
windows, and fell in a broad stream
upon the floor. In its full light he stood
looking at me. her,” I said.
“You know
“Yes,” be answered. “Well.”
“But that you seem too young, I
should ask you if you also loved her ?”
I said.
“I am not too young. I thought more
of her than of any other, but not
enough for her good,” be said.
“Let it pass,” said I. “Tell me what
her life was when you knew her.”
“A year from the time of her mar¬
riage with that man, one of utter
misery.” married bee be fancied
“He her ause
her an heiress, and wh en be found she
was poor, he first neglected, then
abused her.”
U He struck her many heavy blows.
He called her cruel names.”
* t At last she left him, and he is
searching for her now.”
Ah, heaven Lava mercy on her 1” I
sighed, “She left him. But—tell me
the truth—she fled alone !”
“I went with her,” sighed the voice
that- had grown faint as it went on.
“Yes she fled alone, Mark Wilmot.
“I told you that when my tale was
told you would thrust me from your
door.
“The time has come. Don’t you know
me now ? I am Estelle Wynne.
“Flying in disguise from him whose
name I bear. I came to your bouse
by chance ; but having once seen you,
I remained.
“Long, long ago, I understood bow
true a love I bad cast by, and now you
have revenge, indeed, for I have learnt
your goodness.” her disguised she
I kne w now, as
was.
The fair face came back to me as it
had looked in the dead days, and the
friendship I bad felt for Harry Rue,
and the love I had felt for Estelle
Wynne, melted into one intense feeling.
I held out my arms toward her.
“Estelle,” I cried, “I forgive you.
Come back to me.”
She shrank from me.
“God bless you,” she sobbed, Ab,
that I must refuse ! Heaven, but you
forget. I am his wife. I am not free.”
I bad forgotten.
I pressed a kiss upon her hand, nor
strove to stay her as she glided through
the door.
I could not sleep that night. until
I paced the floor of the library
dawn. I beard the hours ring forth,
and the sound of some distant street
brawl reached me.
At last it was day. the windows,
The servants opened,
amd breakfast was ready. in the
When my servant brought
coflee he paused there a moment. murder last
“They say "that the was a that
night, and person was
killed turned out to be a woman in
man’s clothes, sir.”
I started to my feet as he spoke, and
at the same moment a policeman whom
I knew well stood upon the threshold.
Your clerk, Mr. Wilmot, ’ he began,
"th.e young man they called Rue—I
have some strange news about him.
I had no need to ask what it was.
She was dead, and it was her hus¬
band who bad killed her.
I bad loved and lost her for the sec
ond time.
I scarcely knew whether that second
meeting was a balm or bane to me.
Only I shall never love another wo¬
man, or feel friendship of the sweetest
sort for any have man again. it is to lie
And if I a hope, one
day beside her, under the simple planted stone
marked with her name, which is
in that rustic graveyard hard by my
home.
Can animals learn arithmetic ?
rarentlv City’ yes- for there is a mule
n Lake that can count. It is
driven ™l£ on^the in front of i street iift car is ^ene
morning and has to
make five round trips before the team
changed. Every day, as soon as the
mule comes on the fifth return trip from
hb© u^p©r ©nd of tb© 1m© it bt^ms to
whinny a half block before reaching ;
East street and if the chan e
team does not happen to be waiting,
an d the driver ha« to run to the bank
corner and return before changing,
wiiLtretch out its neck and whmnv
ac r a in louder than before, about the
same distance ere it reaches the place,
______ mm *
Judge Henry G. Smith, of Memphis,
Tenn., who died a few weeks ago, is
described as a man of singular bravery,
as is illustrated by the story of one
his cases tried years ago in Tennessee,
He was-to prosecute a man for murder,
Friends of the murderer let it be known
that thev would kill whoever appeared
as prosecutor. Mr. Smith began the
trial by producing two pistols, which
;k* kept by him until the man was con
victed.
Where is the Devil ?
The Rev. S. C. Chandler, of Hart¬
ford, Con., has been giving two lectures
on the history of the devil, who he is
and where he can be found. He re¬
pudiates the old orthodox idea of a
personal devil, and locates the “gentle¬
man in black” where he can always be
found. We give a pithy extract:
Christ says. “Out of the heart pro¬
ceed evil thoughts, adulteries, mur¬
ders,” etc. He does not say there is
an outside being that puts them in the
heart. He fastens the evil directly
where it belongs—on the human heart.
In our early colonial history obi Cotton
Mather and his contemporaries o-cu to
say that certain ones were instigated by
the devil, but that is left off now. Our
creeds are getting to be heterodox when
compared with Cotton Mather. But
orthodoxy still clings to the devil. It
doesn’t like tc^givehim up. Theology
says there is an outside devil. Well,
find him if you can. Who has over
seen him, feltjiim, or identified hi to?
Take any portion of the earth and you
will find no devil where there is no
man. He is not to be seperated from
human beings. The idea that the Al¬
mighty created a powerful being with
omnipotent power, who can be here in
Hartford tormenting people and away
off in China at the same time—why it
is simply blasphemy. But these doc¬
tors of divinity who sick doctor little theology— while
for theology gets every
and has to be doctored—these doctors
say, “But there are as many devils as
there are human beings. Everybody
has one. ’ The idea of a personal devil
is a humiliating one to every Christian
believer. The Apostle says, “When I
would do good, evil is present with me.”
Simply the evil in the human heart, to
which all these passages point. The
“Prince of the power of the air,” spoken
of in Ephesians I, is simply When the moral
atmosphere of this world. man
falls or becomes depraved, does’nt he
become a devil, similar to the old tbeo**
logical idea of the devil?
It. is common in Oriental countries to
look upon sickness as a devil or evil,
breaking up Happiness death. and Hence bringing us
to premature it is an
evil spirit. When Christ healed a sick
person they called it casting out a devil.
It was no personal outside devil who
had got inside the person. I was early
taught in physics that one body cannot
occupy the same space as another body.
It is theology that teaches this absurd
theory. Luke iv., 32, speaks of a man
with an unclean devil. I don’t know
of any clean devils, but suppose some
may be a little cleaner and more re>
spectable than others. Well Jesus re¬
buked this unclean devil and cast him
out. Here it is said the devil spake,
but it was simply the man speaking.
Whose organs did the devil use except
the man’s? And this devil threw the
man down, the same as you have seen
children, and also grown people, throw
themselves down in a fit of passion.
And then there’s the woman—Mary
Magdalen—out of whom went seven
devils. beven distinct fallen angels
got into that woman! You. [Laughter.]
She was a bad women ! can see
the absurdity of taking the ground that
the devil ground is a that personal is being lusts But take and
the it our own
wickedness and everything becomes
plain. How many persons like Mary
Magdalen seem to be possessed of a
plurality of devils? We have them
every community. There's the account
of the man under the complete control
of devils. He raid, Mv name is
Legion"—about them a into thousand the swine devils, and
Christ cast out
the swine immediately committed
suicide. The passages that speak of
Christ being tempted of the devil refei
simply to the temptations to which all
human beings are subject, for Christ
was made human and subject, to the
same temptations as no we, JjLe tta t look a/vir upon
.• him our nature ana consequently »nn»aniinntiif aavna was
1
sub , • ect , to . the ,t physical i.. • lufii unties
„ same
as ; we are. Tf it he was a man—and t i
elieve lC orthodox to that . he
15 say
wa8—l 1 en he c0 ^ lJ he tempted as we
“
ire ’ and vvas sub ject to the same lusts
aIld infirmities. But he overcame them
i dld not ad°w them to overcame
;i:ul as t0 ° marj 7 0 113 °*
Old-ManAVko-Walks on-the-Water,
1 which his name is Paul Boy ton, gave
one of his exhibitions in Washington
I last Saturday at the navy yard. people, There
were about two thousand more
less, present. To mv notion Boyton
j w a large success. He Lid a 1 be
I claimed to do and more, and certainly
demonstrated fui.y tue unntvan com
pleteness of bis safety .ress. lie -warn,
j walked, talked, iaugned aiiu did piety
much everything else he coiud do on
. by lot
.and. an f v> id up gtt ?ntu i a
of chips and - ;eks that \ floating
about and made a rat* a n. n ne utilized
dining tame, ivtucn ^ ue toox
as a o.i o.
an apparently very satisfactory lunch,
Then be smoked a cigai and real a
newspaper, and finally came out of the
water aa warm and dry as n he
been a snug room._ ; 4. T!. £., m
Telegraph an., jHeocengo.
Somebody made a Mistake.
There is in — county a zealous,
visionary religionist, who !
decides that the good Lord has espe
cially enjoined nim to strengthen
faith and steady the steps of faltering
Christians, and sometimes* stops just
when and where “the spirit moves”
him. One day last summer, while
plowing, he decided it was his duty to
go and talk to a good sister Smith, who
lived several miles off’. Now the spir¬
itual messenger was a widower, and
sister Smith was a widow and had a
brother living with her who did not
like such an unceremonious and confi*
dential advisor.
he Reaching her the brother residence of Mrs. S.,
met on the porch and
addressing him familiarly inquired,
“Were is sister Smith? The Lord has
been telling me for several months to
come and talk to her and strengthen
her in grace and faith, and I have
come for that purpose, as it can’t be
put off any longer.”
“Well,” said the brother, “either
the good Lord, yon, or sister Smith
has made a mistake. Somebody is
wrong ; for sister Smith has gone from
home to-day to be gone several days,
the Lord didn’t tell her of it or you are
mistaken ; and, I suppose she don’t
need your counsel.”
The messenger became offended and
returned to his plow.— Buena Vista
Argus.
He Found His Aunt.
A lone widow who has a stall on the
Central Market was shivering with the
cold, and wishing she could fly to a land
that is belter than this, when Stephen
Thomas came along and fastened his
glassy eyes on her and cried out:
“Oh ! ray long lost aunt, have I found
you at last?”
He sought to throw his arms around
her neck and give her a nephew’s wel¬
come, but she bit him on the cheek
with a frozen carrot and denied, that
she was aunt to anybody. He, how¬
ever insisted, and she was breaking a
cranberry box over bis head when an
stepped in and alleged that
Stephen was wanted down the street
by a gentleman who might possibly be
bis uncle.
“Have you lost an aunt ?” inquired
his honor as the testimony was all in.
“Yes, sir, I have.’’
“Describe her.”
“Well, she was short and fat, and had
blue eyes and a scar on her chin.”
“How lucky !” whispered the court.
“I sent her up only four* days ago, and
now you can join her and hold a family
reunion in the workhouse. How fortu¬
nate you came to me instead of adver^
tising in the papers !”
“I don’t think my lost aunt is around
here, sir,” replied Stephen as his jaw
fell.
“Oh ! yes she is,” persisted his honor,
as he waived the prisonor away, and
Stephen remarked to Bijah that if he
found bis missing relative up there he’d
kill her on sight.— Detroit Free Dress.
Th( , T j mes That T Men’s Souls,
Tiri When , he pops the question.
Wk «“ hl8 wlfe waDts t0 talk 8nd he
'
Wh en , he writes .. to , , h.s . , best , girl . . and ,
, ha »‘° wa ‘ t w ° w f ks / 0 r ? re P‘X'
W hen hash placed l before him five ,
,s
fjcceedmg mornings at his boarding
11 When '7? , he pokes , , his . , head , through ., , , his •
la8t cl f an ehlrt »“* *‘ nd3 no button 00
.
ue “ t ! ( '
When , he walks ,, twelve . , miles •, to . see
bis g'rl, and then finds her out with h.s
11V A;
VUier, . he , buys a new pair of . shoes ,
a "d discovers two b,g nails sticking up
iee * s *
'\ hen he hurries . around , the , corner
and ‘“ft . TTA“ n® of a
holds his I. V
„ When he takes bis • girl • , out , and . dis- r
fi .
thatbe , , , has left , r his . . pocketbook .
covers r
at . home in , his . old , , trousers, ,
.... when , he . home early . the ,,
comes in
•
and ... his wife .. wants , to , hold a
morning debating society in the lower ball.
little
When be goes home at night, finds a
house full of company, and his wife
blissfully ignorant of the fact that din¬
ner is not ready. dreams he is standing
When in his
upon the verge of a precipice, and his
wife suddenly reminds him that he is
not, but that he is jerking her “banged
hair,” all to pieces.
When he dives down into the bottom
of his trunk, jerks out what he sup¬
poses is a clean pair of socks, but finds
only an old table napkin, with four
white neckties, put away for next sum
mer.
The length of the deepest cable laid
i n the world is 70,000 miles. The
world telegraphic lines extend < » \
400,000 miles, and there relGa UOul
; miles of railroad.
j husoand, ‘It b ail very well, to.d to said look a henpecked after the
wnen
jemiren -“it s all very well to tell me
mind the youngsters; but it won d
suit me better if the youngsters
mind me. a
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A. K. WILSON’S
CARRIAGE MANUFACTORY,
corner Bay and West Broad sts.
CARRIAGE REPOSITORY .
Cor. Bay and Montgomery streets.
GEORGIA.
The largest establishment in the city.
I keep a full line of Carriages, Rockaways,
and Buggies, Spring and Farm Wagons, Canopy
line of J-ailing Carriage Top and Baby Wagon Cari lages, also a full
engaged in factory Material. I have
chanics. my the most skillful me¬
pairing will Any orders for now work, and re¬
and he executed to give satisftiction
at short notice. may!2-ly
.
Candies.
ESTABLISHED 1860.
M. FITZGERALD
—Manufacturer of—
FCTRE, PLAIN AND FINE
CANDIES.
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. »avannah, ga.
