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iSrcnLISIIEI) WEEKLY IlY Dn cApr on rear. . .$2 00 ... I no . . . ... 75 41 s It three jnonthi. . . ; . . d . . V - CLUBS: i a . 'Xwpjj gratis', will be sent ta tho get ter up of dubs of JO and 20. 1 r '; nil nf r niprrniire Uirrrf nrq.l ; - The Order, of the Friends of Temperance was instituted in the city of Petersburg, Ya., on the 20th and SOtli of November, IfcO-V The Slate Conncil f Virginia vrx orsr'HirzeiT 'at yayit&oro', on the 24th of April, J0G. The State Council of North Carolina v-as or ganized Jtt Henderson, April the 8th, 18C7. ; Subordinale Councils were organized in the States vtf fJeorffin, Louisiana, West Yirjrinia, TennesKre and South Carolina, in 1SCG 7 The Supreme Council of the Order was insti tuted in reler.shurg, Ta., June the 2oth, 1SC7. This Order, rapidly spreading over the South ern Stales, bids fair to be tlie means of ac cornplibhing great good. OFFICERS; OF THE SUPREME COUNCIL. lVesident Mnj. I). SL Jl'ijl, Louislmrrr. N C. Associate Rev. G. W. Dime, Danville. Ya. Chaplain Rev. J. N. Andrews. Wilnnn'n. T C .Secretary Rev. Vv B. Wei Ions, Suir..llc, Ya. Treasurer Rev. J. A. Cunln-raim. Loni-sburg. Conductor (7. A. IJrnc?, Waynesbrw o:, Yn. " Sentinel Rev. A. It. Raven, ' SmitldHd, N. C. Tb Sunreine Conneil will bold its ppt Hi evrnia' Ssion in Richmond. Ya , cominencin" 'n the -1th Tuesday in Jn)y, 1871. j-fftckws of TYk stai e oof noil of ya. Pn'wvr. 0. .. n'nie. Waynesboro'. v " ! -.. "'n.. I . li.-l lev li t! nsi nburg. Vr!-"r .: i ! v,v W p, H !;.?1s. Suffolk.'. ' ' A ,r' .b.-!l Ci:ii!offeM-il!o. ' ' - .'. T , T.Mtf b. Collierstown. ixri,- '"-. J. W. Newt.. n, Staunlon. l'T 4TI: Li CTflUCR. , Jirv. -';i.ie li.iHifr, Ch.ulottesviile. Tlie fifiirlh Ani.nril Session of this bodv will ;e bo d m Petersburg, eommencing on the, 4th OFFICERS OF Tilt: STATE COl'M.lLOF N. C. PtiMtiivvT "f.oi 1) 5-5 1?!!! T.riii!liircT ;' AbsoOiatk,- W. M. Poison, Wilmington. CttAPLAix, Rev. A. R-R:ven, Sniithfield.' SH'KKTARY. R: IT. Wldtfiker, K;iU?ioh. Tn':AstKKR,Rev J. Vv. Welon, Franklinton. 'oNM't.Ton. J. M. Shelly. Tlinniaville. Sf.StiM-i,, L. P. Ileartt.Jtnleigli. PTATF. LF.l Tl'ilKR. t i i u...,i- s:..;t.oi.i 111.1, . lb. inwi'iv-, run i ii ii. . . The rtet Annual Session . will, be held in n-.bisboro', 'commencing on the first Wednes day !n October, 18C0. It 19 I MIDNIGHT RiDE OF THE W!G - WAGS. ; HY X. r. DARLIXli. iKoone who saw !Miss Jess5 ca Ro'si. pozie coAildr doubt that she was the most beautiful xUmsel in all Landersbnrg. 1 1 is said that lightning. ' never strikes twicrin one spot, and I am inclined to believe that really handsome young la dies are Very much like lightning in this respect; But the town of "Lnn dersburg was particularly happy in the fact that it contained tyo beauties, and they both' bore the name of llosipozie mother and daughter the, former thirty-five and the latter seventeen. ."Mrs. Rosipozie was1 a widow, and had ben in that very uncertain con dition for nearly five years, . It wasn't for want of lovers, though, for every single man. in town, who wasn't in love wth Her daughter, was in love with her; and as they both did a very flour ishing business in the issuing of rejec tions to would-be-bnsbands, it wasn't loner before ther trained the name of " heartless coquettes ;" and if young Tom Wigwag had not appeared on the tnon r.t iust this time, in the role of r j - lovet'to the young lady, it isy terrible to think what the fate of tbe two beauties of Landersbnrg might have been. The v .owned a bandsjne house, situ p.ted in.be suburbs of the town, and furthermore, the widow was possessed of some g'"od bank stock, several rail road shares that paid good dividends, ard h very pretty little sum in govern ment Ko;d?, all of which' the defunct R Wip. zi" lad left her when be took his departure frm this " vale of tears," and it rftH doubMess the possession of this snug little property , which had kep Mrs. Rosipozie a widow so long, for 0'wa;cerrnTja'"frakrT7tng Aiui n sue coma? nave been are that .nr. Dnmn, or Mt. litown, or .Mr. Jones did n't' care more for her monev than they did for herself, one of them would have received nfi agrppalde an swer to tiijf proposal; hut as she wasn't KtireJ fibfl made a vowJaVoIcmn' "';"x6w that nntil Snch time as $1:e was, she woiild remain in;!e. : ' 5 ' Thla1 vowastmiae'ai -nst 1 sixteen hiintttes pastVcrerT iotl&V.-'ti'dnyoF; the brightest evenings in the month -'of Jrine, 18 ; bnt the words .were hard ly ont of her month when the door-bVll ran'' ant. it hadn't c'eas'etl tinkling when Bridget itshered into Airs. TJosipozie's pack parlor t he -village apothecary, Mr. I nomas Wijrwas: the elder. " Vliy, Afr. Vigwag, good ovenins said the widow, with her sweetest smile. tiood evening,' ma am " returned 3fr. Wirrwnjr. Afs. I'osjpozie wgs seated in a 'cosy little rockino;-chair 'beside her bio, and so Air. TV' ig wag took snotber cosy little rocking chair it 'was jnst like the widow's and drawing it m beside her,' very -close, he. sat down. Now Mr.--Wigwag was as unlike Ro meo's apothecary as it was possible for a human being to be. lie 'wasjitst the roundest, rosiest faced apothecary that ever lived; and he had the merriest pair of blue eyes, and the jolliest nose ; and then bis form was the exact model of a hsppv, good-nntnred pen-tleman, nn(f of all je:i in the world, tbre. wasn't one who could have made such an impression upnn the heart of the beautiful widow Itosipozie ; for in the first place. ho was quite wealthy, and therefore' cotild have' no designs". on' her property, and secondly, he had Ixn a widower twenty years, which spoke "well for his affections, and thirdly, he was such a very agreeable n-entlomnn rrrfnriii w as . I ninfirs-Jii umMaAr. Airs. Rosipozie thought of all this, nnd a g rent. deal more, in less thn six- ty scconds-rrin fnof. while.Mr'. Wigwag was occupied-in. getting his chair, just right, which was no sooner cone than he spoke : ; , "'Mrs..,. Rosipozie, said he, " yon have a daughter." You should have seen the expression that pa-sed over the" .'lady'? face. It was such an expression as must have been .caused by several conflicting emo- tions, and some very 'unpleasant- ones. too, for after the" blood had rushed into . . . . . . j her-face,' it as-quickly rushed out of it. and all the jaundice m her" system set tled around her.. nose, and her blue eyes became a sea-green, and she looked ol- der by ten vears. . " less my stars !" cried !Mr. Wig- wag. " ... . '. ' " Go on," said Airs. Rosipozie, in a crack ed voice. -utw,x a i ."ii 7vr.':r."T0:iA9 - " Perfectly well, AIK Wigwag." ' ' "Then I'll" proceed.' As I remarked netor 1 nave a son and you have a daughter." . . ... --'""'" " ' " O, O!" ' It was a sigh of, relief from Mrs. Rosipozie. Once more a smile il lumifted her countenance as she turned towards Air. Wigwag. it bat a person of- my; .age. ? should". have done with sentiment." " - " Xot at all," cried the widow ;" I'm sure you're not old." I f- "Think you so? Weli, be that as it may, I've a son that is fire and twenty, and he's an only child, and he's the light of his father's eyes and the young rogue knows it, and what should the scamp do but go and fall in love with y.lir daughter Jessica, and I'll be cut up in- f - . .rT , , -. 1 - U shoestrings if I wouldn't do the same thing myselt it 1 was twenty vears younger ;; but now suppose your daugh , , ter shouldn't love Tom ? Just imagine ! the consequences, if you please, ma'am. It would break Tom's heart. Now I believe in hearts" 1 " O, I kne w you did," cried the lady, casting the most tender glance ot her soft blue eyes upon Air. Wigwag. It had a visible effect upon him, for a blush wedged its way up under his shirt cob lar and tingled in his nose. xvuen iuiu,r luen veu can un- derstand why l am troubled on Tom's account. Any great disappointment now, mi-bt ntin. Mm for life. INow j Jcssicn is called a coquette " "And ro am I," said the widow Ito RipOZte. - . r ' i , 'VBiit yon are not," sajd Mr. Wigwajg. Of course not; and neither is Jessi ca a coquette, though she has, refused several ofers of marriage,-" which she had a perfect right to-do ; bnt.fhe; nev er led any man to suppose that hifina answer would be different from what it was. ' - .. . ; . , - "Verr good, Mrs. Rosipozie. very food indeed ;nd, by the wayI. hope she will never lead any manjntoa pro posal of marriage, until she, .has made up her mi n d to accept, him.'' -;.t "Jlr. Wigwag!" Now vrve:.been trying fjr the last fire minutes to make out how Airs. Ivosipozie's hand got in side of the apothecary's, but I can't; im agine for the life of me. I don't I be lieve Ah. Wigwag knew, and I'm sure Mrs. Rosipozie didn't. "Mr. Wio- - ' ' O wag," said the widow, "if you knew our funily better " I wish I did," muttered Mr. Wik wng, and he squeezed her hand, -just a little just the slightest contraction of the muscles, you know but it sent la thrill to the widow's heart, and such !a thrill! She had felt nothing like it since the death of her own James. ! " I I'm almost sure that Jessica loves Tom." " Bless her!" cried Mr. 'Wigwam "And Hike Tom very much." " And he ought to have a good wife," said Air. Wigwag. "And Jessica wili make a good wife; but 'twill be hard for me to lose her. I Hhall be quite alone then," said the wid- ow, in a pensive tone. . " And it isn't good to be alone," mutt ered Mr. Wigwag. I've thought sometimes that I should marry again." " Indeed !" said the widow. -lwag squeezed tlmt;liUle hand "I wonder who that can be?" And Airs. Rosipozie looked very innocent: Her countenance looked decidedly opaque, though her Jittle heart beat at a terrible rale. " If I thought she'd marry mo" " Why dont't you ask her?" inquired the widow. ! W ill you, Airs. Rosipozie?" s " Mr. Wigwpg!" crid the widow, trying to restrain her feelings Will you, M ra. Rosipozie ? he re- nrtpq Mrs. Rosipozie Jooked at Mr, Wig wag, and Mr. Wigwag looked at Mrs. Rosipozie. ".Was this in.your mind when .you came here to-night?" she asked. , i " Yes, Mrs. Rosipozie, Rve been thinking of it for two years." . j And you were not qmte so anxious nb0t young Tom as- " As I was about old Tom," laugheiH Air. Wigwag. O. you rogue !" cried tlie widowj V vaii ioufnl t tvill vgn Vp minA ? "To be sure I-will, Tom, my.; love;" andb.f fre you cnld:say, Jafckn Robin son, she was 4 n his arms, and old Tom Wigwag was kissing IMrsu Rosipozie, and Mrs. . Rosipozie was (; kissing ; old Tnm Wirrwarr.' and thev embraced each ers, and said a thousand foolish things, as all lovers, either old or yonng, will say upon such occasions " Won't Jessica be delighted !" cried the widow - h i ; ' ? ? , , " Aud Tom no, Tom must not know of it. He'd plague the life ont of me. Upon my: word,;-love, I don't think it will do to let the 1 young iolk know anything about it. We must get . , 0 4l , married before they even suspect that , ; Wigwag. lt, But how can-wo do that?" asked the widow. .--.' 'I " By George ! I've got it," cried Mr. Wigwag, " We will get everything ready-aad, by' the way, how long will it. take von?" V : ; '' - " O, a month, perhaps,' said theid ow;-t r " Very good a month it is. We'll say four wee&s from to-night. Ill have a carriage ready at twelve o'clock. tr r t ' 3 m wrjte another for Tom, which they will both find in the morning. Mean lit ne yon and I will have slipped away in the darkness, and before snririse' we will be in'WIlt 'where tbe knot shall be tied, when we. will f take the next trniti fbr Xew ,Yrk.fi " u r V j Good !" cried lhe widow: Rosipozie. fcInt wont itneena almost too roman tic for. sucli an ofd conple ?" ' t ' ' ; JgadijI, never feltyonnger in my lifycned old Tom Wigwag, giving tte vridowald ' - tl And 7'ever felt more happy," said Airs. Rosipozie., , ; . ! ' "And yon never looked more beau tiful ! , . . .77 "P yon flatterer!'!; : ; Whang went the front door, starting the JoveiH out of their seats. "What's that?" asked the widw, turning pale. a'lUee," cried Tom Wigwag, run ning out- into the ball. ; Mrs. Rosipozie listened with hushed breath. ' "There' no one here, my 'darliug. The wind blew the door togothif?r, that's all ;" and so .he came back and sat down beside her. " You're nervous to-night," said he. "I believe I am," she returned. And so he took her little hands in his, and he drew her head down on hi shoulder, nnd essayed to quiet her nerves; bin --vl.t-tber he succeeded or not I can't stop to tell von, for I must follow as fist as I can the young lady who had been standing f..r the last half hour, at the back parlor door, in the attitude of a Grecian bender, listen ing to every word that was said, with both hands over her mouth to keep from laughing out' loud. " I. must see Tom to-night," she whis pered, as she put on her hat in the hall, and threw a light shawl over her shoul ders. "The secret is altogether too much for a little woman like me to JjWdisttJrtleJBt" lovers. It was a beautiful. evening, calm and sViil, and not -the faintest" murmur, of n breeze to kiss ths dew upon the flow ers that glittered like ten thousand ser pents' eyes in the radiant moonlight. It wad' a night for lovers or poets; but this young lady had such a very impor tant secret upon her mind, that she couldn't stop to admrre the scenery, however beautiful. She walked very fast, neither turning to the right nor left, straight into the village, till she c;ime to a window from which various colored lights shone out into the street. It was the village d rug store. "I wonder if Tom is alone,?" She peeped in. Yes, there he was, seated in an arm-chair, with his patent leathers upon the counter, a cigar in his mouth and the evening .papers, before him; and so theyomig lady walked in. and as the light fell upon her you could see at a glance that she was very beau tiful, and therefore could be no other than Miss Jessica Rosipozie, the hand somest girlin all Landersburg; f She was of medium height, with a form as round, a foot as nea and a hand as small and white as one could wish to see. Then she had the most golden hair, and ; the softest; .whitest iiln,the -anpsf bewitching little nose", and . -,- v .... ' ''-J . ' r. -"eyes, bine , " And Wautifnb like skies seen ttirouh r L Tlie sleeping wave,"" and the rosiest little mouth, and a tiny little, chin; and the very whitest 4 teeth, and and, I beg the reader will excuse me from going further pray imagine the rest " O Tom !" said the young lady. "Why, bless me !" cried Tom, look ing up from his paper. " And me, too," said she.. "To b sure," replied the young Wigwag; " but where did you come from at this time of night ?,v ' " O Tom, I've got such a secret !" " But you can't keep it," said he. "I don't want to, Tom., It's too good to keep; and I came down hereon purpose to telbit to you." J w Well, what is it, Jessica ?" "You just sit down again, and I'll whisper it in your ear," said the young lady. ":; " Be carefid of my side whiskers," cautioned Tom taking his seat. " Xow I suppose I i didn't do just right to listen to what was intended to be private con versationi" said Jessica " bat I was passing the back parlor door, yon sedj was tempted, to put my ear to the keyhole, Jiccause I know your father.wxs ia there all alone with my, mother ; $md I thought, that perhaps they -.were putting their heads together to devise some plan tp t keep you ,and I awayfrom each other ji and ibvwer Jhpght it waa.onj yjaif for me to, find oat, the plot, so S , that v I could foil them and Ot TomX found out such a plot!" And Miss Jessica burst out hughing as she thought of it, "A plot!" cried;' Tom.; "-What, against7 us?" ' ;'J ' ' - "' 7 .".You'd never guens what it was," answered Jessica. "Well?" . : " Well, I'm going to tell rou all about it, just as I heard it through the keyhole, for after I heard your -father' speak of you, Tom and he spoke of me, too. and said I was called a co quvtte " I "The deuce he did," said Tom. " But he didn't believe it," said Jes sica. " How could he ?" cried Tom. " But I say, my dear, let's have the story." And so Jessici laid her hand on Tom's'. shoulder,' and told him, word for word, what the reader already knows. " By George !" cried Totn, as she concluded, " we'll be even with 'em there. Going to 25Vw York, eh ? ' Go- ing to surprise young Tom! Egad. I j guess we'll surprise old Tom." ! " Why, what will you do ?" asked Jessica. j " Do ? Why, we'll go to New York.J They start for W at midniglit, andk we'll start for P at the same hour. We'll be married there, take the train which connects with that from W and go into New York: with 'em." er and son, watched each other with the j most jealous eyes. And bid Tom tr:d j to look very innocent, and young Tom wore an expression upou his counte nance decidedly lamb-like for the entire month. And the same;thing was g ing on up at Mrs. Rosipozie's ; but nothing came of all the watching, and so the four weeks passed away, j , The night, ever to be remembered by the Wigwag family, came on, dark and stormy. It had been raining all day, a slow drizzle, and so it continued through the night. " Couldn't have bad a better night if we'd ordered it made expressly for us, to get out of town quietly," - remarked Tom Wigwag the elder, as he stepped out into the rain, and began carefully o make his way to the stable, whtfea close carriage, with the driver all in readiness to mount the box, stood awaiting him, bnt before he reached the stable, another close carriage, driven furiously, passed him, splashing his new unit . -nlentifullv with mud, and if he 1 j ' could have looked in he 1 would have seen his prdmi-ihg son Tom lolling com- fortablv'on the back seat, chuckling all to himself to think how lie should sur prise the old gentleman when they met. " Woit it be rich," he snickered . " Won't they feel small to be caught in their owp mest?" And r young Tom lau ghed there to himself as he rattled on through the streets of Iandersbnrgi till at last the carringe stopped and the driver appeared at the door, " lice we are, sir." ' - s .. , "Bless me!" cried Tom, we came i n a h nrry, I thi nk." " Orders, I believe, sir." "Yes, to be snre. I find no fanlt;" and he jumped out and ran up to Mrs. Rosipozie's back-yard gate. "Is that you, Tom. " t He thought he conld make ont a wo man's fornfin the darkness, wrapped in a water-nroof cloak; bnt! he could '"be positive of nothing save the voice, and that was Jessica's ... ,1 . V - . , "Of course it's Tom, love," he whis pered bacV. How came yon out here ? I was to find you at" " O, I heard the carriage, and 1 tfcnn crht I'd save yon the trouble of coming any farther," she replied. :,, "That was kind," he I said, leading her towards the carriage. He helped her in, and following, took a, seat be side her, while the coachman closed the door, and then, 1 mounting the box, drove off, just as the rattling: of . car- riao-e wheels met his ears. As they folUd away, Tom slinped hi arm around the lady's waist, drew her close to his breast and kissed her; - 1 , " O !" cried the lady, recoiling fi'Qin him. ' V'"'; ' :;,; '5 ;. ' " ' Wliats the matter, IovoIhwIus peredTVim 5 " n j'.';-y.. :: "That moustache!" she faltered1 " IIU facts is smooth " -1 -! ? " : "Hie deuce it is," said Tom. " Tl'at yoirc V screamed tho lady..? liat voice ! fouted.Tora . - - . ' " It's yonng Tom, "said she." m? the Midow! VelledTonK 1 v " 0 heaven ! we must " drive right back; far hes waiting for me' : tn" "Of course we must, for she's' Vait iiig lor nie" gfehned Tomri "Stoptha carriage. " Hallo," cried the driver. "What now?" 1 " Drive right bick ; we've left some thing behind," gasped the widow., 1 " Just as you say, ma mi,!' returned the driver, and accordingly the, carriage was turned about. " ' , Now while voung Tom bad 'been finding but his mistake, old Tom, had reached the widow Rosipoziti's, had found a woman, bundled in n water- ! proof standing just, outside of the back j door, had whimpered the vofds ," Is it ! you ?" ard Ks rM-ivc t;e. 7"'. wr i es. dr.::r- r - ,f,:-ei jii't. d.--.h:"r -piti the carrl:.!go if-u gi 11 - wi :I U h coachman, and nw thcyvvcrc uiitking all possible ped for W, ami to be comfortable, he had placed his arm around the dear form, and placed a kiss upon those sweet lips. ' Why, w here's your moustache?" she whimpered. " Mustache !" laughed old Tom. ..! " 'T.was such a beauty ! Yuu haven't shaved it otl?" . !t ';;,r- " Shaved it ofTr" cried be, " I never bad a mustache." " ' ' " O, that voice it isn't Tom's." .i...y i.a 1 rf, , .ty of he knew not' what. 4iArc yon ; the "Xo no, I'm her daughter." ; O the deuce I Where's your moth- er : ' f1 . 4 1! don't know O, I don't know a horrible susoicion crossing dier mtnd. 1 Where's your son !' r , . , 1 What, Tom 1 At home ami abed No, Mr. Wigwag; heV run away with my mother !' screamed Jessica. . 4Ths rascal,' groaned Air. Wigwag It's all a mistake a horrid mistake,' said Jessica, bursting into tears. , ; I see,', murmured. Wigwag, gasping; for breath. 4 We must go back to- go back to be laugiied at by all -Landers--burg. We can't keep it to .ourselves. Mnrder will out. Stop 'the carringp, he shouted to the driver. Take ut back as fast as you can. I've left: a bundle of dry goods with a woman. in it ; and he fell back : into hi scat, perfectly overcome. " Not another word was spoken until the carriage arrived at tho widow V Ro-5 sipozie's. Then tho aptfhec&r yy got dovt n, herped Jessica out, and dismissed' tlie driver by placing a 'greenback'; in' his hand, and whispering the simple word, 'nium.? , r:- -.- - i 1 We'd ?' said young Tom. . . ' WH young. man, what haveyptt to say abont it?' growled the'pchecary.; . ' Wasn't in jollyf 1 - ' i Tom Wigwag, ; yoa ought to bo , ashamed of yourself to ' . H ft 1 Run away with young and ihno c?nt girl,' when you had promised T tof . marry hcr.motber pntinTom. 'Come,. fotfeer, as we've begun, let's all make aj' night of it.i-Send for a minist r and' we'll all be married on the spot. Tha will be quite as romantic as tbeorjgma) More, a thousand times more,' cried. , JefMca. ? - . . .'. !" y M'- - 'I've bad roism'-e ', enough iyr-oner night,Vaid tut widow, v ,7 . "7.....,...-' . .-Andtio have I, ned old Tom A ig-1 tir' in S t - i - wag., r 11 ue raarneu ikc, v.nrb-r tians to-morrow. I h 4 Just as yp say, ' ratherj returned! , young 10m, "Oeou night, .essicaj-T Come, lather, let s go home, and if pos- gioie we win Keep iuis mvie auair .10. ourselves.' - tv-'r -; ' i 'I wpuldnt 'have it get out fori, thousand dollars! cried Mr; Tom Wig wag senior. ;j I', , . -'" ,.-. 2or,I,' cried the, t widow ; but Yvl afraid it wilikak out.' I ; --.: ,'T-1,1 M., ? I'm afraid it did. BallqiCs Monthly I 2TagazineK " :
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