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T HE PLOT OF M lie BBIBGE.
"This shall end!"
The speaker was Judge Hay ward's
accomplished and beautiful daughter
Myra, and she stood among the flowers
that almost concealed one of the balco
nies of her fair home, and looked upon
two persons sauntering aimlessly through
the garden below. It was night, and
the moon bathed the garden in a weird
beauty.
"I did not invite him here that ha
might fall in love with that doll-faced
girl at his side yonder !" she oootinued,
with rising indignation, au aha clenched
her white hand* till the delicate nails
scarred the palms. "She has infatuated
him—stolen him from me, despite my
cherished plans and fondest hopes. I
will not submit to it! It would not be
womanly if I did not resent this trickery
and punish—yes. punish both of them.
Father would not have brooked a rival
in bis oourting days, and I will not stand
idle beside this defeat and strike no
blow for revenge."
Speaking thus, the impasaioned beauty
watched the occupants of the garden,
saw them traversing the flower paths like
lovers, and beared the confused murmur
of low, gentle voices.
Myra Hay ward had been reared in
the luxury found among the wealthy
homes of the earth. An only child, her
slightest wishes had been gratified, and
she had grown to dassling womanhood,
petted and almost thoroughly spoiled by
an indulgent father. Besides her, and
under the same roof, her orphan cousin,
Babetto, had also been reared. They
had the same playthings, sang the same
songs and trod the same paths until ma
turcr natures formed ; then they sepa
rated.
Myra, the dark-haired beauty, devel
oped into the self-willed, capricious
maiden, food of coquetry; while Bab
ette, the golden, was ; s gentle as the lily
that bends to kiss tbe liuipid brook.
During one of her visits to some
friends, tho Judge's daughter encoun
tered Cyrus Whitney, a young lawyer of
prominence, and their acquaintance re
suited in his coming to her aristocratio
home.
For several week* prior to the date of
oar story the visitor bad dwelt beneath
the Judge's roof, loved passionately by
the spoiled child of loxtfry, and trusted
by tbe gentle cousin.
The rivalry on Myra's part had grown
into the galling bittorness of hatred.—
She had never mentioned Babette to tbe
visitor before his arrival, and he was
surprised to find that she bad such a
lovely relative.
Perhaps the young lawyer bad fath
omed the depths of Myra's scheming,
for be showed a decided liking for Bab
ette, and the jealous one was not long in
discovering that ber planning had but
produced a lover for tbe girl she hated.
The discovery had given birth to a
blighting passion before that time, with
all her coquetry, unknown to her heart
—revenge!
"Perhaps you will eondeacend to keep
yoar engagement with me to-morrow
night 1" she hissed, Blill looking at the
couple in the garden. "Cyrus Whitney,
all the stars that shine above me oannot
tell how I bate you. To-morrow night
that hatred may be revealed to you.—
There ia no one to warn yon."
. A moment later the balcony was de
serted, and the lovers bad passed from
the garden.
Witb face atill flushed by the words
whioh Cyrus Whitney had breathed into
ber ear among tbe flower*, Babette stole
to her boudoir, while Myra toesed rest
lessly on her pillow, her mind a caldron
of passion and revenge.
Babette deftly alipped a ring from her
finger, and hid it among her keepeakea
in her little treasury, saying in a low
voioe:
"Coasio Myra must not see it for sev
eral days, if I can keep the seoret ao
long. She will laugh when she discov
ers that she brought me a bean."
Poor, confiding, unsuspeoting Bab
ette ! She did not dream of the terri
ble daya that were to paaa before Myra
should see the betrothal ring.
True to his promise, Cyrus Whitney
rode beside Myra Hayward on the fol
lowing evening. Their destination waa
tbe homo of one of the beauty's friends,
several miles away, and the amusements
there were to be dancing and eoarte.
There was an unwonted flash in My-
DANBURY, N. C., THURSDAY, JULY 19, 1877.
ra's eyes as she looked upon the hand
some tnan who tiled a saddle so grace
fully at her side, and grew vivacious as
they cantered ovor the road
"Eeho bridge," as their steeds struck
the planks of the bridge that spanned a
deep, dark gorge. "If you ba»e not
been made tdqnainted with the delight
ful eohoes of this region, Mr Whitney,
a rieh treat has been withheld.''
'"Then I have missed the pleasure,"
was the reply, "though your Oousia
Habette-has described it."
Myra started, bit ber lip and toyed
half vongefully with her riding whip.
"When wo return we will oall out
these wonderful eOhoes," she said.—
■'When the sight ia quite advanced, as
it may then be, the sweeter and more
prolonged are the sounds. One needs
to ride rapidly across the bridge, and
the rattling of hoots and planks makes
the musie wilder."
Cyrus Whitney seemed pleased with
tbe idea of awaking the slumbrous
echoes of the hills and gorge, and said
that upon their return be would ride like
a trooper aoross tbe bridge.
Myra shivered and turned her head
away to hide a smile of satisfaction.—
Perhaps her mind went back to a few
moments before the start from the man
sion, when she had whispered to the
cunning yellow man, who had led her
horse to the mounting block :
"Do not fail me, Dick," were her
words, and be had answered :
"Never fear, miss."
Afterward the moon beoame obscured,
black olouds hid its disc, and threatened
a storm, and the night became as dark
as Erebus. Suoh was the hour when
Myra and her escort set out upon their
return.
They were nearing Echo bridge as a
dark figure turned from it and rau to
ward the mansion, not far away. He
flod like a robber who had beon sur
prised at some nefsrions work, for the
sound of were already awaking
the echoes of the hills. Once or twic
he pau.-ed and listened over his shoulder,
then darted forward agaiu, and at last
became lost among the slave quarters
attached to the estate. It was Yellow
Dick!
"I wouldn't see it for the world !" he
mattered, with a shiver, as he crept ioto
a cabin.
He was evidently frightened, for he
orept into one oorner of the untidy room,
and oovered bis bead with a blanket as
if he would keep oertain sights and
sounds away.
In the meantime Myra Hayward and
the man she now hated had drawn rein
on a knoll a short distance from the
gorge
"We will court the eeho now," she
said, with a dash of triumph in her
tone. "The bridge is just ahead, and
if you will dash across I will follow when
you shall have gained the other rise—
From its summit you can hear the echo
of your horse's hoofs, and when I have
joined you I will tell the Btory that is
linked to the gorge."
He heard her, bowed, and with a
•mile told her that he was off.
The next moment Myra beheld him
dart from her side with the impulse of
a rocket, and heard the iron hoofs beat
ing tbe hard road. Then she held her
breath and grew pale through exeito
ment.
A minute had not elapsed when there
was a cry that seemed to quiver the
olouds of darkness that hung low over
the chasm.
Myra did not hear the dull thud that
quiokly followed, for the awful shriek
was eohoing everywhere, aod her soul
was fell of it. It waa not repeated, for
it seemed the death-cry of a human be
ing. The ailenoe that followed waa al
moat palpable. Myra heard the beating
of her own heart, aad at last urged her
horse forward. On to the very edge of
the bridge she rode; there she drew
rein and listened.
Myra gated into the terrible opening
as if seeking the horae and hia rider ;
bat darknees that Beemed to atretoh to
the antipodes revealed nothing. Then
ahe raised her voioe in load cries for aa
sistance. The eoho sounded everywhere,
and at laat startled the inmates of the
mansion beyond the knoll.
Assistance came, and when the planks
had boen replaced, Myra crossed the
bridge. The excitement that provailed
is Indescribable.
Tht Judge and his laborers were flit
ting hither and thither with lanterna,
cursing the hand that could perform
anch a diabolioal aot, while Myra, in an
appareutly fainting eondition, was borne
to her chamber. The Judge believed
that some villain had attempted to take
the lives of hia daughter and the young
man, and declared thut the guilty party
should be brought to justioe. The bold
est in the party ahrank from a descent
into the darksome gorge, but the Judge'a
money overcame their luars, and they
went down. By and by a shout came up.
"We have fouod him !"
Judge Hayward started
' yiiiead '{" be asked, with many mis
givings, and waited breathlessly for the
reply. •
"Breathing—that is all "
"l'hank God 1 bring him up."
It was »mighty work—the rescue of
Cyrus Whitney from the rooks and
waves at the bottom of the ohasin, but
the men proved themselves equal to the
task, and at last the mangled body of
the lawyer was laid at the Judge's feet.
There was a plentitude of bruises, con
tusions, and broken bones, and the soul
seemed about to relinquish its tenure of
lite.
Cyrus Whitney was borne to the
Judge's house, and a surgeon sent for.
Babette, the pale-faced girl, listened on
the top of the stairs to a discussion of
his injuries by the group of men in the
hall below, and then crept dazed, almost
wild, to ber room. Myra, with her door
ajar, and with flashing eyes, listened to
the same words that caused her cousin
suoh anguish.
'.'l knew he would not survive !" she
said, shutting the door. "I said last
night that I would put an end to the
love making that has been going on in
this house, and it I have not kopt my
word, let the hand of Heaven blight my
beauty ! My Bweet Cousin Babette, you
must hunt up another lover now. And
let him be one for whom 1 never tried
ta scheme." J
V f 'c days that followed were terrible
ones to the tenants of the Judge's man
sion. Babette grew thinner than ever
over Cyrus Whitney's couch, and while
long watching wore her to a shadow, she
saw him slowly recovering.
"He is going to live 1" Myra exclaim
ed. one day. "The fates are against
me ! It Qod and the doctors save him,
my second blow shall kill."
The last word had scarcely left her
lips when tbe door swung open, and her
father, pale and excited, stood before ber.
"You are goiog with the Bsrnwells to
Cuba to-morrow," he said.
Myra started. "Father—"
"Not a word, guilty thing that you
are I" was the stern rejoinder. "But an
hour since, Yellow Dick accidentally
shot himself, and I have listened to a
confession from hiß lips that has torn my
soul, and almoat torn me from my kin.
You will not return from Cuba uotil I
send for you, which will not be until
Babette has been married beneath my
roof. Myra Hayward, I curse the hour
that gave you to my arms !"
She sank baok cpeoehlesa, and tbe
father left her to the sting of remorse
Years have passed since tbe terrible
tragedy of "Echo Bridge." Tbe golden
haired girl is tbe wife of Cyrus Whit
ney, and the woman who deliberately
piaaned the awful event we have re
corded, was lately driven from the oap
ital of the Belgians by order of tbe king
—a beautiful, wild, unprincipled adven
turess !
Gems.
Lord Bacon said: If a man be
gracious to strangers, it shows be is a
citizen of the world, and that his heart
is no ialand, out off from other
lands, but a continent that joins them.
Deal gently with those who stray.
Draw theea baok by love and persuasion
One kiss is worth a thousand kioks.
A kind word is more valuable to the
lost than a mine of gold. Think of
j this, and be oo your guard ye who
would ohase to the grave an erring
: brother.
Men will wrangle for religion;
write for it; fight for it; die for it;
j anything bat live np to it.
We eaanot easily bate tbe man for
| whom we always pray.
God draweth straight lines, but we
j think and call them crooked
Never ask y»ur wife to wash a hand
' kerchiel with a pretty widow's loutuis
upon it.
The Power of Imagination.
A ifqgeJ physician was once called to
the bedside of a man who declared that
ho was possessed of seven devils. The
doctor saw that it was a case of hypo
chondria or mental delusion, and took
his cue accordingly, feeling the patient's
pulse, looking into bis eves and manipu
lating his forehead and neck with per
fect gravity. "My friend," eaid the
physician, at length, "you made a slight
mistake, there are eight devils in place
of seven, and the eighth is the leader of
the others. We do not often have these
cases, but the proper treatment is known
to science, ntirl tfio instrument for driv
ing theso spirits out of the human body
is provided. Come to my office and you
shall be cured." The patient declared
that he was powerless to rise. "Ah ! I
forgot," said the physician, stepping to
the mantel-piece. "Here is a Bible;
put your right hand upon it." Tho man
obeyed. "Now you can rise !" and sure
enough the man arose instantly; the
imagination was all potent. Having
dressed himself he followed the doctor
to his office, where ao electrical battery
was prepared for use After giving him
a violent shook, the doctor gravely told
hiui one devil «as gone, bidding him go
about his work and return on the follow
ing day, «
The patient went away well satisfied,
and, coming the next day, received sim
ilar treatment, each day the doctor de
claring that another devil had departed
from his body. Oo the eighth day,
when the patient came, the doctor look
ed grave and told him it would be very
hard to drive out the last devil, and he
must be very firm and patient. He then
charged the battery to its height and
gave the man a shock that knocked him
flat upon the floor. "All right," said
the doctor, "he is gone, and you arc
cured." The man was perfectly satis
fied, and the cure wis complete. So
much for the power of imagination.
Don't Bo Discouraged.
Don't be discouraged if in the outset
of lite things do not seem to go on as
smoothly as they should. It seldom
happens that the hopes we cherish of
the future are realized. The path of
life in the prospect appears smooth and
level enough, but when we begin to travel
it we find it all up hill aud generally
rough enough.
The journey is a laborious one, and
whether poor or wealthy, high or low,
we shall find it so to our disappointment,
if we have built on any other calcula
tion To endure what is to be endured
with as much oheerfulness as possible,
and to elbow our way as easily as we
can through the crowd, hoping for little,
yet striving for much, is, perhaps, the
true plan.
Djn't be discouraged, though occa
sionally you slip down by the way and
your neighbors tread over you a little;
accid nts will happen, miscalculations
will sometimes bo made, things will turn
out differently from our expectations,
and we may be sufferers.
It is worth while to remember that
prospeots are liko the skies in April,
though clear, soon over-clouded. As it
would be folly to despair of again see
ing the Bun because to day is stormy, so
it is unwise to sink into despondency
when fortune frowns, since, in the com
mon course of things, she may be surely
expected to shine again.
Don't be discouraged under any cir
cumstances. Go steadily forward ; rath
er ooosult your own conscience than the
opinions of men, though the least are
not to be disregarded
An Extraordinary Heroine.
Tho bravest girl in Australia is Grace
Vernon Bussell. The steamer Georgette
was wrecked off the west ooast, near
Petth; a small boat had been capsized
in the surf, and women aud children
were struggling in the water On the
crest of a precipitous cliff appeared the
figure of a young lady on horseback. To
the sailors on the stranded vessel it
seemed utterly impossible that a horse
and its rider should be able to descend
that precipice. But tho young lady
never faltered. She plunged down at
full speed, and, reaching tbe shore,
»*(KirT.'d her horse into the boiling snrf.
There were two lines of roaring break
ers With spluudiiJ plunk «ho dashed
through them and reached the boat, to
Wfc leh the «ffi igßtL'4 women aud children
NUMBER 6
were clinging, 11 ei burse st am Lied over
a hawser which stretched between the
wreck und tho small boat j but she clung
to the saddle and brought the women
and children to land. There was Mill ft
uian left on board the. boat. She plunged
into the breakers again and brought bin
1 sale to the shore. While thosb whom
she had saved were rescuing those who
riiuiainod on the wreck, the heroic girl,
drenched with the sea foam, and half
tainting with latigue, gallopnd a dozen
miles home to have relict sent to tlve
hull drowned, halt naked folks whom ska
had iett on tin* beach. Her sister, Mrs.
Broekman, took horse, galloped that
night through ihe woods to the shore,
taking tea, uiilk, sugar aud flour for the
destitute people; aud the next day the
rescued were brought to Mr. Brockmau's
housse and cared tor. The auxiety and
excitement proved fatal to Mrs Brock
mau, who took a severe cold, and died
eventually of brain fever. Grace Ver
non liusßell still lives.—AV«> York
j Tribune.
"Chaigo It"
j A simple sentence is this, to be sure,
and yet it may be considered as one of
the most insidious enemies with which
people have to deal. It is very pleasant
to buy all tho little oouimoditicß offered
for Bale in the market, aud it is some
times hard bo dony one's self of the
same when they can be obtained by
saying, "charge >t." But this habit of
getting articles, however small the
charge may be, without paying for them,
leaves one's funds iu a low state most
of the time.
"I have no monoy to day, but should
like the article very much," says a young
inan who happened to go into a stores
and see something which strikes his
fanoy.
"Never mind," says the gentlemanly
clerk, '-you are good for it."
And so it is that little aeoounts are
j opened at one plaoe and another, till
the young man is surprised at his liabil-
I ities, which, though small in detail, art
| sufficiently large in the aggregate to
j reduce his cash materially when settling
day comes.
In many instances, if tho oask wert
required, the purchase would not be
made, even had the person the money
by him ; but to some, getting an article
charged does not seem like parting with
with an equivalent.
Still, when pay day comes, as always
it does, vanishes, and •
feeliug is experienced of parting with
money aud receiving nothing in return.
It there is an actual neoessity of
making a purchase, aud the means aro
not at haud, there is a reasonable excuse
for obtaining the same on credit; but
when tho article can be dispensed with
until payment can be made, it is muoh
to the advantage of the purchaser to do *
so.
Liability to Death.
When we walk near powerful machin
ery we know that one misstep and those
| mighty engines will tear us to ribbons
with their ffying wheels, or grind us to
1 powder in their ponderous jaws. So
when we are thundering across the land
in a railroad cairiage, and tlierc is noth
ing ut an inch of iron flange to held us
on the line. So when we are in a ship,
and there is nothing but the thickness
of a plank between us and eternity.
Wc imagine, then, that we see how close
we are to the edge of the precipice
But we do not see it. Whether on the
sea or on the land, the partition that
divides us froin eternity is something
less than the oak plunk or an inch flange;
the machinery oi life and death is within
us. The tissues that hold the besting
powers in their places are often not
iliioier than a sheet of paper; and if
that thin partition should rupture, it
would be the same as if a cannon ball
had struck us. Death is inseparably
bound up with life in tlte very structure
of our bodies. Struggle as we would to
widen the space, no man can, at any
time go further from rleath than the
thickness of a sheet of paper.
ti. ....
A good story is told of Obarlea Fox.
When his house was on fire he found ail
otfortti to save it libelees, and being a
piod draughtsman, he went up la the
n xt hill to make a drawing of the fire—
the best instance of philosophy ever
heard of. lint maybe his property wan
, insured, whicu Wuu.d aucouut fot his
..philosophy.