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26 THE SOTJTHEIttT WORLD, NOVEMBER 16,' 1883. W om $ §ir L clq. Written specially for tbe Southern World. riHNT ueconcteiat ion. DY DAISY STAB. •* I'm sorry I said It, darling, Bo sorry I cant forget— I am (orglven. I see It, In your dear blue eyes, and yet— Your reproachful face still haunts me, I can't get rid of tbe pain Tbe tears on your eye-lids gave me. Can we ever be again “ The same we were to each other t Just the very, very same T You're smiling at me, my sweet one, That really is a shame After all of my contention; And you’re crying loo,dear met How sweetly strange, and strangely sweet You dear women folks can be! “ I've wiped the tears away, my love, Please do keep them out of sight, And loose your arms about my neck, They are a little tight. What, running away so soon, my pctT Onr tea is waiting you say ? Well, well, I'll finish, my Jewel, Confessing another day. MIDHUMMEU. [From the Oerman of Emanuel Oelbel.) By the Bun-god's arrows riven Field and forest shriveled lie, Blue as steel the dome of heaven, Mot a cloud In all the sky; In the furrows, Are-blasted, Dies the seed, the wild deer hie Panting to the woods, by wasted Brooks the thirsty cattle cry; In tbe trees no songs to greet us, Not a lily on the lea; O when wilt thou come to meet us, Thunderer! we wult for thee; Come, O come with tempest-roaring, Unatcli thy bride from death away— Come, In goldenshowers pourlug, To the languishing Dame. -CUAKLKM W. llUHNKll. Written specially for the Southern World. THE STEP-MOTH Ell. BY MF.I.AKIK ADAM. From the German. "White silk ami a wreath of violets—so you think the hat will please her?" asked Lucinda. “ Yes, Herntance will like it, and it gives me pleasure to please my handsome step- maniina," answered Uulda. “ Hm 1 so you love her very much?" " Oh certainly 1 Since my father died she has been my only friend, and as we are near the same age wc are inseparable companions. I do not know what 1 would do if it were not for Herutance. Bruneggis changed so much since my father’s death.” " Mr. von Lorch is a frequent visitor at Brunegg, I hear—" A rosy color suffused Hulda’s cheeks.— 11 Of course, he is Hcrmance's cousin and— and like a brother to me,” answered she, bending over the flowers to hide her confu sion. " Well yes, you are right, of course,” said Lucinda, " but did you never consider that people might tulk about it?" "Talk about what?" askedHulda, looking at Lucinda with her large, brewn eyes " That so soon after your father’s death he visits so much at Brunegg. Poor man ! Only dead eight months. I sTtould think that your step-mamma,as you call her, would have more respect for bis memory than to—’’ " Than to what?” asked Hulda, her eyes sparkling with anger. “ What have you to say agaiust Herntance, against my father's widow, Lucinda?” "To say? Oh, I say nothing; but other people talk about her. I am surprised that you are so blind, Hulda. I have known you since you were a child—you were always very quick to notice everything; strange that you are so blind this time.” " What is it?" ” Well, your step-mother married your father for his wealth, for a home and place in society. She was at that time a poor teacher, and head over ears in love with her cousin von Lorch, and he with her. But both were without money, and his prospects so poor that he gave her up to your father. Now he is in brilliant circumstances and she the mistress of Brunegg, so what is to hin der—My Ood 1 what is the matter with you ? are you ill?” " Oh no; It is sowarm here and your story is so strange. I am foolish for listening to you, and do not tbank you for what you have said, Lucinda. My step-mother truly loved my father when she married him—five years of unalloyed happiness, and deep and heartfelt sorrow at his death, are sufficient proof. I do not believe that she ever loved anyone else. And if she should want to marry Mr. von Lorch, she has a perfect right to do bo, In ipite of what people say," so saying she bowed very coolly and went her way. The walk in the fresh air cooled her burn ing cheeks, but her young heart bled. Not for the world would she have have told Lu cinda that she herself loved Robert von Lorch, and yet it was so. He was a noble character, so gentle and refined, no wonder then, that tne young girl almost worshipped him. She would never have believed that Herntance felt more than a cousin’s love for him, but perhaps others knew better, per haps Bhe was blind 1 A feeling of despair overcame her as she passed under the high gateway of Brunegg, and thought of the dear father who had been carried out eight short months before. She loved Hermance dearly, and thought her step-mother loved her better than anyone on earth. But now she felt as though she hud’nt a friend in the world. There stood von Lorch’a fine saddle-horse tied to a tree; before it would have given her pleasure to know that he was there, now it caused her pain. She did not want to meet him so she turned into a small path that led through the garden. Brunegg was an elegant estate. During the owner’s lifetime it had always been filled with gay company, but since his death it was very quiet there. The path which Hulda had taken, had been cut through a lot of thick shrubbery. She could see no one, but presently she heard voices, and when she stopped to listen front what direction they came she became an unwilling listener to the following con versation : “ I really do not know what answer to give you.” “ But Hermance, have you no confidence in me?” "Certainly, perfect confidence, but I ant waiting for the year to roll round, Robert. My husband has been dead such a short time, and I am afraid to undertake such a respon sibility." “ I cannot wait a year. You know how lonely it is for me all alone, and as I love a certain person with my whole soul, and that person is free, and my circumstances such that I can support her, you dare not not re fuse what I have asked, Herntance." " Poor Robert, I love you too well for that; how could I refuse you ?” “ 8o you say yes ?" “Yes!—" Hulda ran from the place, and arrived at the house out of breath and almost fainting. Hurrying to her room she threw herself on her bed. Lost! lostl Every one bad for- suken herl She stood alone! Soon after she heard steps on the stairs. Was it Hermance that was coming? Yes', the door opened and Hermance's voice called: “ Are you here, Hulda ? we thought you had not yet returned." She came into the room and placed the light, which she carried, on a small table in the farthest corner. “ I lint sure you came home with the head ache ; the day has been very warm. You should have taken a cup of tea.” 8he sat down by the young girl and laid her beautiful hand on her shoulder. " 1 am glud we are alone,” she said. “ I have something to tell you—did I hurt you with my rings, darling7 Why did you start?" J "No, Hermance, no." “ Hulda, something occurred to-day that gives me great pleasure; shall I tell you what it was?” Then followed a short pause. " Yes.” “ Yon have been acquainted with my cousin, Robert von Lorch, one year, you are good friends, am I right?" “Oh, yes.” “ You like him very much ?" No answer. “ I hope so, darling, for he possesses every quality that can adorn a man. He is noble, honest and manly and the woman that wins his love can call herself blessed. I know of greater happiness than to be Robert's wife." Hermance noticed the heavy breathing of her step-daughter, but could not see her face. “ I was walking with him late this after noon in the garden and—but child your headache must be very severe; you are actually groaning.” “ Very severe; but do not mind me, Her mance." “ He insisted on my promising him some thing ; at first I refused because it is such a short time since your father died, and others might think—” " You need not have cared what others think. Consultyourown heart, Hermance." “ I did that, Hulda, and that U why I at last consented. Robert and I have known each other since childhood, and he is one in a thousand. So I know you will forgive me, dear Hulda—” “Forgive you? What have I to forgive, Hermance?” “I gave ray consent that he should tell you of his love for you and ask yours in re turn. For nothing will make me happier than if you become tbe wife of ray cousin, my sweet girl." Then Hermance said no more. Not a sound was to be heard in the darkened room. She waited anxiously for her step daughter's answer, but Hulda was so over powered by her own feelings, she could not speak. “ Have you nothing to say, Hulda?” “ What shall I say ?" "Whether that, which I have just told you, gives you pleasure or pain.” Again a pause. “ Hermance I have been told that you and Robert—that you once loved each other.” “I have always'loved him os a cousin, nothing more. I only loved your father, child, and after him you were nearest my heart. I have promised Robertthat I would try and persuade you to give him some sign to encourage him, so he sends you this white rose. If you return his love, and will allow him to address • you, then wear it in your hair when he comes to-morrow evening. If there is no hope for him, then you need not appear,os a meeting would be painful to both, and I will break it to him in a gentle way.” “ Give me the rose—” Hermance took the flower out of her own hair and saw in the semi-darkness how the young girl carried it to her lips. “—I will wear it.” Written specially (or the Southern World. THE INDIANS! OF GEORGIA. The Power of Song—A Reminiscence of John Ross and John Howard Payne. Dy R. E. II. I wish you knew my grandmother! This is the kindliest wish I can entertain for the dear ones I try to amuse. Such a bright, cheerful, happy, little woman as she is! It would make you merry for a week just to spend the day with her. So many quaint sayings, so many funny anecdotes would keep cross, old Dr. Trumpus himself in a good humor. She is a great reader and alive to the progress of the day—"the march of in tellect” as she sometimes laughingly, and I must add, sarcastically calls it. She also possesses the most retentive memory, and often speaks of incidents which have passed into history. She remembers when, just after the war of 1812, Indians were sent as couriers throughout the land to proclaim peace—how they rode into the little island towns and villages, and the joy and tumult their coming occasioned. She has never for gotten her own childish fright at sight of the savage peace-proclairaers, with hideously painted faces, great bunches of feathers on their heads, and strings of beads round their necks, and how she ran and hid herself. She had put an egg by the kitchen fire to roast (there wero no cooking stoves then) and when she returned for it, the cook exclaimed, "La! chile, de Injuns done eat it up." This seems strange in these days of tele graph and steamers, when even little chil dren are sometimes sent by express, and reach their place of destination in an incred ibly short space of time, in good order, and with tickets on them just like little bundles. I am now going to relate to you an occur rence in her early life just as it wus told to me. I am sure it will interest you. “If was in the spring of 1823, that I went on an overland journey with yo§f grand father from Mississippi to Augusta, Georgia. I was young then, but the joy, tbe fresh ness of that time, can never be effaced from my memory. We were to visit some rela tives who resided in Augusta, go north to Elberton, and return home by the 'upper route’ as it was called. "We traveled in a large coach with my maid, and Cyrus, the driver, and were fol. lowed by a wagon, bearing provisions, cook ing utensils, and other necessities. "We went by way of Montgomery, and at the western limit of Montgomery county, arrived at Line creek, so called, because of its then being the dividing line between Al abama and the Indian Nation. After cross ing the creek, we entered the division of the Nation belonging to the Creek Indians—the Cherokeea lived farther north. "The Indians were not living in wigwams, as many Beem to suppose, and were not grouped in towns, but lived in log huts at some distance from each other, and subsisted on game, com, and whatever vegetables were produced in their pa tehee. "We often drove for miles through long stretches of beautiful woodland without see ing a single human habitation, but as the carriage passed along, the Indians frequently presented large baskets of wild strawberries for sale. “At distances of thirty, or thirty-three, miles apart were wayside inns, or ’stands,’ as they were called. These were usually two-Btory, wooden houses kept by a white man; although houses of accommodation were sometimes kept by the Indians. The Indian’s stand generally consisted of one or two log huts erected on one side of the road for the entertainment of wayfarers, while the Indian and his family resided in another hut just opposite. The Indians were slave own ers, and travelers were always waited upon entirely by negroes. "We had been joined at Montgomery by a young naval officer and a Frenchman who, on horseback, accompanied us through the Nation. “We spent a night at Fort Mitchell, and tbe next morning were assembled on the bank of the Chattahoochee to cross the river on the ferry-boat stationed there. The ferry boat was kept by Indians, and propelled in this way: On each side of the river, a stake was driven, to which a rope, tightly stretched across the stream, was well secured. To the boat was fastened a chain with a hook at one end which was thrown over tbe tight-rope above, so that, in spite of the current, the boat would be kept directly under the rope. When travelers wished to cross, the Indians entered the boat, and pulled it over by catching hold of the rope overhead with their hands. "On this particular morning the Indians had swam across the river, leaving their boat on the Fort Mitchell side, so that when we came to cross not an Indian was to be seen. In vain your grandfather hallooed with all his might, the Indians could not, or would not hear. After many deafening, yet una vailable shouts from the gentlemen of the party, they determined to pull themselves over. "Our carriage, horses, and effects were comfortably arranged in the boat, and the gentlemen, with the assistance of Cyrus were pulling finely and had nearly reached the middle of the river, when your grandfather, having tbe assurance of an inexperienced and daring young man, insisted upon un hooking the chain from the rope. The other gentlemen protested, but your grandfather said: T t’s j ust a useless appendage anyway and we don’t need it at all.’ The others yielded, and the hook was hardly loosed when the boat was swept by the current down the stream. These famous boatmen hung to the rope with all their might, and the Frenchman was so very tenacious he was jerked overboard into the water. I would have been much alarmed on his ac count if I had not known of his having gone swimming at this point the day before. "We were an excited party I Such scream ing, such shrieking, such calling to the In dians speedily brought them running to the bank of the river. "I was in such a mingled state of fear at our position, and joy at seeing some prospect of help, I kept crying, 'Oh, do, good Indians, come and bring us out! Ob, do, good In dians, come and bring us out!’ “The Indians threw off their blankets and swam to us, and by paddling in the deep water, and poling in the shallow, soon safely brought us to shore. "The United 8tates government was at this time endeavoring to conclude a treaty with the Creeks h^r^ard to their ceding the landh%Wli9HMts of Georgia for on west of the Missis- 'ere, of course, divided iniofWI^m^piiose who were willing for the exchange, and those who considered the giving up of their homes as not the least of the grievances already inflicted by the whites. “Soon after crossing Flint river, we heard of the murder of a family which had lately settled in tbe very portion of the Indian Na tion through which we had just passed. “We found the country in a state of the most intense political excitement. In every little town we entered, we heard of nothing but fighting the Indians, and Indian out rages and murders, and all sorts of bloody tales and bloodthirsty aspirations. "When we reached Augusta we found that city as much roused as the smaller towns had been. Even the little boys in the streets could play nothing but wild Indian, and they would sometimes pretend to be an at tacking party and vanquish the poor savage, or else, they were the Indians, and »".«■ cred and scalped in such a fearful m««n fr u to have given even the red man hin< w if