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1 - - : MJI'tl'LJJ .- U.M.H, I' ' xv. k.tthn a wS:-if tin,.! u. t i 1 J , " ; " v U . ! . - ! 'l kTV,-, a : v 5 By P. M. HALE. ADVERTISING BATES. ( i :-:r.; : T f UI OFFICE : . V.) - I 1 1'!.. Advertisement will be inserted for One Dollar per square (onbtfclf) for the flrst and Fiftyents for ;each subsequent publication. . , ,t ., . , (, Contracts for advertising for any space pr time may be made at he office of the ' . , RALEIGH REGISTER, V FjTetteville St., Second Floor Fisher Building. aw RATE8 OF SUBSCRIPTION : One ooi v one yew, mailed poet-paid ..... .3 00 One opV sU mnth8 nUed post-paid. ... 1 00 No name entered -without payment, and o paper sent after expiration of time paid lor. VOL. II. HALElfeH; N. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1885. NO. 85. Second Floor of j Fisher Building, Fayettevflle ; Street 4eit to Market Honse.' ' ' " " !" ' IT- ''mm ITTv man hrs,:. :'ltl V NO TEARS. Nannie Power O'Donogbue.) ; No tears to weep I " And wherefore not f i Sav, is thy sorrow each ? And has thy heart no tender spot 1 ' That sympathy may touch ? Can no kind word unlock the spring, - Ami give thy tears their flow t 1 r ' Are human woes such selfish things ' , ' That none their depths may Jfnow ? ( No tears to weep ! " Nay, apeak not thus, For tears can brinfj relief, . AnJ fiod has sent them unto us To wash away our grief. ' When earthly sorrow, pain and care Our 60ul8 in sadness steep, ' We pray to Him who heareth prayer To send us tears to weepL" Tis true the world is sometimes dark With gloomy clouds that rise, Aud trembling Hope, wtth waning spark, Fades faintly out and die !' But when some heavenly vision fair Steals o'er us in our sleep, ' We wake with joy to feel that there There are no tears to weep, VARIETIES OK SOUTHERN LIFE. Drifting Dowa Loat Creek. Miss Murfree.! FAJBT L - High above Lost Creek Valley towers a wilderness of pine. So dense is this growth tw it masks the mountain whence it springs. Even when the Cumberland spurs, in thp cast, arc craunt and bare in the win try wind, their deciduous forests denuded, their crags unvenea ana.gnmiy oeetiiDg, Pine Mountain remains a sombre, change less mystery; its clifty heights are hidden, its chasms and abysses lurk unseen. Whether the skies are blue, or gray, the dark, austere line of its summit limits the horizon. It stands against the west like a barrier. It seemed to Cynthia Ware that nothing which went beyond this barrier ever came back again. One by one the davs passed over it, and in splendid apo theosis, in Durple and crimson and cold. they were received into the heavens, and -returned no more, tone beheld love go hence, and many a hope. Even Lost Creek iurlf. meanderinff for miles between the ran"t s. suddenly sinks into the earth, tun nels an unknown channel beneath the mountain, and is never seen again. She often watched the floating leaves, a nettle here and there, the broken wing of a moth. and wondered whither these trifles were Ixirne. on the clesriac current. She came to fancy that her life was like them, worthless in itself and without a mission; drifting down Lost Creek, to vanish vague iv in the mountains. ' Yet her life had not always been thus destitute of pleasure and purpose. There was a time and she remembered it well when she found no analogies in Lost Creek. Then she saw only a stream gayly dandcr ing down the valley, with the laurel and the pawpaw close in to its banks, and the kildecr's nest in the sand. Before it takes that desperate plunge in to the unexplored caverns o the mountain, Lost Creek lends its aid to-divers jobs of very prosaic work. Further np the valley it turns a mill-wheel, and on Mondays it is wont to assist in the family wash,: ' A- fire of piue-knots, kindled beside it on a flat rock, would twine . long, lucent white flames about the huge kettle in which the clothes were boiled. Through the, steam the" distant landscape flickered, ethereal, dream-like. The garments, laid across a bench and beaten white with a wooden paddle, would flutter hilariously in the wind. Deep in some willowy tangle the water-thrush might sing. Ever and anon from the heights above vibrated the clink mg ot a hana-nammcr ana me cihukiuk a sledge. This iterative sound used to pulse like a lyric in Cynthia's heart. But her mother, one day, took up her testimony against it. "I do declar', it sets me plumb cata watupus ter hev ter listen ter them black smiths, up yander ter thar shop, at thar everlastin' chink-chank an' chink-chank, considerin' the tales I hearn 'bout 'em, when I war down ter the quiltin' at M'ria's house in the Cove." She paused to prod the boiling clothss with a long stick. She was a tall woman, fifty years of age, perhaps, but seeming much older. So gaunt she was, so tooth less, haggard, and disheveled, that but for her lazv step and languid interest she . . . r j t ir.Kk. mifrht nave, suggesteu uuc m junwim witches, as she hovered about the great cauldron. "They lowed down yander ter Mna's house ez this hyar Evander Price hev kern ter be the headin'e6t, no 'count critter in the kentry I They 'lowed ez he hev been a-foolin' round Pete Blenkins's forge, a-workin' fur him ez a striker, till he thinks hisself ez good a blacksmith ez Pete, an.' better. An' all of a suddenly this same Yander Price riz up an' made a consarn ter bake bread in, sech ez bed never been seen in the mountings afore. They 'lowed down ter M'ria's ez they dunno what he patterned arter. The Evil One must hev revealed the contrivance ter him. But they wiy it did cook bread in less'n haffen the time that the rcg'lar oven takes; leastwise his granny's bread, 'kase his mother air a toitr ble sensible woman, an' would tech no sech foolish fixinV But his granny "lowed ez she didn't hev long Ijer live, no- ii"w, an' m ought ez well please the chil ren whilst .sbe war spared. So she resked a butch o' her salt-risin' bread on the con .wti. an' she do say it riz like all possessed, :m" eat toier'blc short. An' that banged f ritter 'Yander war so proud o' his con trivance that he showed it ter everybody i-z kern by the shop. An' when two valley nim rid by, an' one o' thar beastis cast a "hoe, 'Yander hdd ter take out his con traption fur thenr ter gape over, too. An' they ups an' says they hed seen the like "'ore a-many a time; sech ovens war com uimi in the valley towns. An' when they f und out ez 'Vander hed never hearn on ' but jes' got the idee out'n bis own foolishness, they jes' stared at one another. Tin v tole the; 1kv ez he oushter take his- If an' bis peartness in workin' ln iron down yander ter some o' the valley towns, vhar he'd find out what other folks hed Wn doin' in metal, an' git a good hank on his knack fur new notions. But 'Van he clung ter the mountings. They 'lowed flown yander at M'ria's quiltin' cz VaiKb-r fairly tuk ter the woods with grief through other folks Levin' luado ech con traptions ez his'n, afore he war born." - The girl stopped short in her work of pounding the clothes, and, leaning the pauuie on the bench, looked up towara the forge with her luminous brown eyes full of grave compassion. Her calico sun bonuet was thrust half off her head. Its cavernous recesses made a background of many shades of brown for her auburn hair,, which was of a brilliant,; rich tint, highly esteemed of late years in civilization,, but in the mountains still accounted a capital defect. . There was nothing as gayly coir ored in r all the j wood's, except perhaps a red-bird, that carried hia tufted top-knot so bravely through shade, and i sheen ', that he; might have been the, transmigrated spirit of an Indian, still roaming in the old hunting-ground The beech shadows, del icately green, imparted a more, ethereal fairness to her fair face and her sombre brown homespun dress heightened the ef fect by contrast. Her mother noted an unwonted flush upon her cheek, and re commenced with a fleet), astute uumose. " They 'lowed down tander in the Cove. ter M'ria's .quiltin', ea this iyar 'Yander Price hev kem ter be mighty difficult. sence he hev.been so gin over ter pride in nisoven an' seen. , l hey lowed ex even Pete Blenkins air fairlv afeard o' him. f eie msseii nev always been knowea ex a powerful evil man, an' what 'twixt drink an' deviltry ruoa' folks hev been keerful ter gin him elbow-room. But this hyar 'Yander Price hectors round an' jaws back so sharp ez fete hev got ter be truly mealy mouthed where 'Vander be. They 'lowed down yander at M'ria's quiltin' ez one day Pete an' 'Yander hed a piece o' iron atwixt 'em on the anvil, an' Pete would tap, same ez common, with the hand-ham mer on the hot metal ter show 'Yander whar ter strike with the sledge. An' Pete got toler'ble bouncin', an' kep' faultia 'Vander jes' uke he use ter quar'l with his t'other striker till the man would 'bide with him' no more. All at wunst 'Vander hefted the sledge an' gin Pete the ch ice ter take it on his skull-bone, or show more manners. An' Pete showed em . There was a long pause. Lost Creek Bounded some broken minor chords, as it dashed against the rocks on its headlong way. ibe wild grapes were blooming, Their fragrance, so delicate, yet so perva sive, suggested some exquisite unseen presence the dryads were surely abroad I The beech trees stretched down their silver branches and green shadows. Through rifts in the foliage shimmered glimpses of a vast array of sunny parallel mountains, converging and converging, till they seem ed to meet far away in one long, level line. so ideally blue that it looked less like earth than heaven. The pine-knots named and glistered under the great wash-kettle. tree-toad was persistently calling for rain in the dry distance. The tjirl, gravely im passive, beat the. clothes with the heavy paddle. Her mother shortly ceased to prod the white heaps is the boiling water, and presently took up the thread of her discourse. 44 An 'Vander hev got ter be a mighty suddint man. I hearn tell, when 1 war down ter M'ria's house ter the quiltin', ez how in that sorter fight an' scrimmage they hed atthe mill las' month, he war powerful ilUconducted. Nobody hed thought of hevin' much of. a fight thar hed been jes' a few licks passed atwixt the men thar; but the fnst finger ez war laid on this boy, he jes1 lit out an' fit like a cat amount. Right an leP he lay about him with his fists, an' he d rawed his huutin' knife on some of 'em. The men at the mill were in no wise pleased with him." 44 'Pears-like ter me ez 'Vander air a peaceable boy enough, ef he ., ain't jawed at, an aif left be," drawled Cynthia. Her mother was embarrassed for a mo ment. Then, with a look both 6ly and wise, she made an admission a qualified admis sion. " Waalj1 wimmen ef ef ef they are young' an' toler'ble hard-headed jref, are likely ter jaw om, ennyhow. ' An' a tral oughtn't ter marry a man ea hev sot his heart on bein' leP In peace. ' He's apt ter be a mighty sour an' disapp'inted critter." This sudden turn to the conversation in vested all that had been said with new meaninir. and revealed a subtle diplomat ic intention. The girl seemed deliberately to review it. as she paused in ner work. Then, with arising flush, 44 1 ain't studyin' 'bout marryin' nobody," she assented staid lv. 44 1 hev laid off ter live single." Mrs. Ware had overshot the mark, but ahe retorted, callantly reckless, 4 'That's what ver aunt Malvinv useter declar' fur crospel sure, when she war a gal. . An she hev got ten chil'ren, an' hev buried two husbands, an' ef all they say air true she's tollin' in the third man now. she's a nngh tv snrv. ffood-featured woman an a fust- j -r j i o rate manacer. ver aunt Malvinv air, an both her husbands left her su'thin' cows, or wagons, or land. An' they war quiet men when they war alive, an' stays whar thev air pnt. now that they air dead; not like old Parson Hoodenpyle what his wife hears stumpin' round the house an preachin' every night, though she air ez deef ez a post, an' he her been in glory twenty year twenty yearan' better Yer aunt Malvinv hed luck, so mebbe tain't no with gruff drnwling:dprecntion, Then he tried to regain'his natural manner. 'I kem down hyar, " he Temnrked in an olf-hnnd way,44ter git adnnkp .water, lie glanced furtively at the girl ; then looked quickly away at the" gallant red bird, still gayly parading among the leaves. The eld woman grinned witn ueugnt. Nbwi'ef that aint s'prisin',' she declar ed! ; 44 Ef we hed known ez Lost' Creek war a-goin' dry over yander a-nigh the shop, so ye an' Pete would hev ter kem hyar thirstin' fur water, we-uns would hev brought su thin down hyar ter drink out'n. We-uns hain't got no gourd nyar, nev we, Cynthyt" 4 Thout it air the little gourd witn tne saft soap in it," said Cynthia, confused and blushing. Her mother broke into a mgn, iouq laugh. ,vYe ain't wantin' ter gin 'Van der the Boap-gourd ter drink out'n, Cyo thy ! Leastwise, I ain't goin ter gin it ter Pete. Fur I s pose el ye nev ter Kem a haffen mile ter git a drink, 'Yander, ez surely Pete '11 hev ter kem, too. Waal, waal, who would her b'lieved ea Lost Creek would go dry nigh the shop, an' yit be a-scuttlinl along like that,hyar-abouts !" and she pointed with her bony linger at the swift flow of the water. He was forced to abandon his clumsy pretence of thirst. " Lost Creek ain't gone dry nowhar, ei I knows on," he ad mitted, mechanically rolling the sleeve of his hammer-arm up an down as he talked. 44 It air toler'ble high higher'n I ever see it afore. Twar jus' night afore las' ez two men got a kyart sunk In a quicksand, whilst fording the creek. An' one o' thar wheels kem off, and they hed right smart scufflin' to keep thar load from washin' out'n the kvart an' driftin' clean away. Leastwise, that was how they telled it to me. They war valley men, I'm thinkin They 'lowed ter me ez they hed ter cut thar beastis out'n the traces. They loaded him up with the eooda an' fotched him ter the shop. Mrs. Ware fore bo re her ready eibcs in her interest in the countryside gossip She ceased to prod the boiling clothes. She hunsr motionless on the stick. 44 1 s'pose they "lowed, mebbe, cz what sort'n roods thev hed." she hazarded, seems a peddler in the dim perspective of a prosa ic imajrination. 14 Thev lef some alontr o' we-uns ter keep tHl they kem back agin. They 'low ed ez they could travel better ef thar beastis war eased some of his load. They hed some o all sorts o' truck. They 'lowed ez they war aimin' ter sot up a store over" yander ter the Settleinint on Milk sick Mounting. They ler right smart o truck up yander in the shed abint the snop, . . r. - ; i . I 1 pears liKe ter me it air a k vari-uiuu uku. promised ter keer lur it till tney aem back agin." Certainly, so faras Cynthia was concern ed, the sharpness of wits and the acerbity - . . . . . j of temper ascribed to tne rea naireu-gen-try could be accounted no slander. The flame colored halo about her lace, embla zoned upon the dasky depths of her old brown bonnet, was not more lervia man an angry glow overspreading her delicate cheek, and an intense fiery spark suddenly alight in her brown eyea. 44 fete Blenkins mus be soaaen wun drink, I'm a-thinkin'! " she cried impa tiently. Like z not them men will 'low ez the truck aiat all thar,' when they kem back. An' then thar'll be atremenjious scrimmage ter tho shop, an' sotnebody'll git hurt, an' mebbe killed." Waal. Cynthy," exclaimed hermotne-r, in tantalizing glee, 44air you-uns gom ter ache- when Pete's head gits broke ? That's powerful 'commodatin' in ye, cornsiderin' ez he hev got a wife, au chil'ren ez old ez ye be. Waal, sorrow far Pete, ef ye air so minded." The angry spark in Cynthia's eyes died out as suddenly as it kindled. ne becran to beat the wet clothes heavily with the paddle, and her manner was that of . s . : - . ... . having withdrawn nerseii irom me con- . - rrM ii 1 Til. l. Jt versanon. ice young uiavKiuniu uuu uusu- ed.too, and he laughed a little, but demure- lv. Then, as he still rolled and unrolled the sleeve of bis hammer-arm, ms won tea gravity returned. " Pete hain't got noimn- ver ao wnu it, nohow," he averred. "Pete her been awav fur two weeks an' better: he hev gone ter see his uncle Joshua, over yander , m J t Y on Caney jrors:. no -lowea ez ppia jnc 'I.v THE TENHESSE MOUNTAINS, DV '-'liarles Eebert Craddock fit las Murfree): nintl "lition : Boston ; Houghton, Mifflin & Co.j -Vw York n Eagt Seventeenth Street ; The Kivmide Press, Cambridge. 1885. 16mo. cloth, For sale by all booksellers, Or mailed by tue Publishers on receipt of the price. killin' complaint fur a gal ter git ter talk in' like a fool" about marryin' an'' sech Leastwise, I ain't minded ter sorrow. She looked at her daughter with a gay grin, which, distorted by her toothless gums and the : wreathing steam from the kettle, enhanced her witch-like aspect and was spuriously malevolent-; She did not notice the stir of an approach through the bramblv tangles of the heights above un til it was close at liana; as sne tnrnea,sne thought only of the mountain cattle to seethe red cow's picturesque, head and) crumpled horns thrust over the sassafras bushes, or to hear the, brindleV clanking bellJ. It was certainly less, unexpected to Cviirhia when a Young mountaineer, clad in brown jeans trowsers and a checked homespun shirt, emerged upon, the rocky slope. He still wore his blacksmith's leather apron, and his powerful corded hammer-arm was bare beneath his tightly rolled sleeve. He , was tall nd heavily built; his sunburned face was square, with a strong lower jaw, and' lvis" ifeatureawero accented by fine lines of charcoal, as if the whole were a clever sketch. His black eyes held fierce intimations, but there was mobility of expression about them that sug gested changing inpulses, strong but fleet ing. He was like his forge fire: though the heat might be intense for a time,- it flucrnatcd with the breath of the bellows:. Just-now he was meekly quailing; before whom he cvidentlv bad not- thought to find here. - It was as apt an illustration as might p. nerhnns. of the inferiority of strength to finesse. She seemed an fheonsid- OTiihle adversarv. as haggard.-'lean and nremnturelv need she swaved'bn her prod din-stick about the huge kettlei 'but she was asaveritable David to thisibig young Goliath, though she' too flung1 hardly more than a pebble at hiral ' 1 ' 4 Laws-a-me 1 " she cried,in shrill, tooth less glee; "'ef hyar ain't 'YandeV Price What brung ve down hyar along o' we-uns, 'Vander! '? she continued, with simulated nlEtv. 44 Hev that ther" red heifer o our' Pete l.u3li I hain't seen none o; ypuf heifer, ez L grows powerful fine in them parts." 44 Then who war holpin' at the forge ter- day? " asked Mrs. Ware, surprised. 44 1 'lowed I hearn the hand-hammer an' sledge too. same ez common." There was a change among the lines of charcoal that seemed to define his features. He looked humbled, ashamed. 44I hed my hrnther a-strikin' fur roe." he said at last. 44 Whv. 'Vander," exclaimed the old wo man shrilly, "that thar boy's a plumb id jit! Ye oughtn't trust him along o" that sledge ! He'd jes' ez lief maul ye on the head with it ez maul the hot iron. Ye t-nnw he air ez strong ez a ox; and the critter's fursaken in his mind." " T knows that." Evander admitted. 44 1 wouldn't hev done it ef I hedn't been a workin' on a new fixin' cz I hev jes' thought up, an' I war jes' obligated ter have some body ter strike fur mc. An' laws-a-massy, 'LI iah wouldn't harm nobody. The crit ter war cz peart and' lively cz a June-bug so proud ter be allowed ter work around like folks! " He stopped shorten sudden amazement; something stood in his eyes that had nO habit there; its presence stu pefied him. For a moment he could not speaks and he stood silently gazing at that long, level blue line, in which, the converging mountains met u delicately azure, so ethereally suggestive, that it seemed to him like the rromised Land that Moses viewed. 44 The critter air mighty aggervatin' mos'Iy ter the folks at our house,' he continued, uus wiey hectors him. He treats me well.1 An ill word is spoken 'bout him gener ally round the mounting," said the old wo man, who had filled and lighted her pipe, and was now trying to crowd down the charge, so to speak, without scorching too severely her callous fore finger. ' I hev hearn folks 'low ezhe hev got so tumble xlcty. " 44 Hev thai mer red neiier o r'n lept over the fence agin, an got inter te's cornf " Waal, sir, ef she ain't the din'est heifer!" " ' .', ' -f crazy ez he oughter be sent awayan'shet up in jail. An' it 'pears like ter me ez met word air iestice. ine cnuers lursaaeu. : 4'Pjirsaken or no fursaken.he ain't goin tr lie iailed fur nbthin' 'ceptin' that the haud o' the Lord air laid too heavy on him I can t lighten its weight. I'm mortial my self 1' The rider says thar is some hoi p in prayer. ' I hain't seen it yit, though I hev heen toler'ble busy lately a-workm' in metal, one way an' another. What good air it goin' ter do the mounting ter hev nJiah iailed. stlddier coin' round the woods a-talkin' ter Hie grasshoppers an souir'els. ea seem ter actually, know the critter, an' bein ea happy ei they air, 'cep tin' when he gits it inter his noodle, like he sometimes dq e be ain' edzactly like otb pr folk : betr , He paused. ... Those strange Visitants trembled again upon hia smoke-blackened lids. 4,Fursaken or no,". he cried impulsively, ? 'the man ez tries ter his own self, afore I gits done with him 1" 4 -4 'Vander price,"; said the old woman rebukingly, ; 4,4ye talk like ye hain't got good sense yerself." She sat down on a rock embedded Jn the ferns by Lost Creek, and pulled deliberately at her long cob pipe. Then she too turned her faded eyes upon the vast landscape,in which she had seen no change, savo the changing season and the waxing or the waning of the day, since first her life had opened upon it. That level lino ef pale blue in the poetic distance had become faintly roseate. The great bronze green ranges nearer at hand were assuming a royal purple. Shadows went skulking down the valley. Across the amber zenith an eagle was flying home ward. Her mechanical glance followed the sweeping, majestic curves, as the bird dropped to its nest in the wild fastnesses of pine mountain, that towered, rugged and severe of outline, against the crimson west. A cow-bell jangled in the laurel. ' ' Old Suke's a-comis' : home es panic - lar an' percisc ez ef she hed her calf thar yit. I hev traded Suke's calf ter my ber ried daughter M'ria berez merried Amos Baker in the Cove. The old brindle can't somehow onderstan' the natur' o' the bar gain, an kerns up every night moo-ing, mighty disapp'inted. Twara t much shakes of a calf no how, an' I stood toler' ble well arter the trade." She looked up at the young man with a leer of self gratulation. He still lingered, but the unsophisticated mother in the mountains can be as much an obstacle to anythingin the' nature of love making, when the youth is not approved, as the ex pert tactician of a drawing-room. He had only the poor consolation of helping Cyn thia to carry in the the load of stiff, dry clothes to the log cabin, ambushed be hind the beech-trees, hard by in the gorge. The house had a verv unconfidihg aspect: all its belongings seemed huddled about it for safe keeping. The bee-hives stood al most under the eaves ; the ash-hoppcr was visible close in the rear; the rain-barrel affiliated with the damp wall; the chickens were going to roost in- an aitnea Dusn oe side the porch ; the boughs of the cherry and plum and crab apple trees were thick ly interlaced above the path that led from the ricketv rail-fence, and among their roots flag-lilies, larkspur, and devil-in-the bush mingled in a floral mosaic. The old wo man went through the gate first. But even this inadvertence could not profit the loi tering young people. 44 Law, Cynthia," she exclaimed. pointing to a loose jointed elder ly mountaineer, who was seated beneath the hop vines on the little porch, while a gaunt gray marc, with the plow-gear still upon her, cropped the grass close by, 44 yander is yer daddy, ez empty cz a gourd, I'll be bound! Hurry an' git supper, child. Time's,a-wastin' ! Times a-wastin'!" When Evander was half way up the steep slope, be turned and looked down at the embowered little house, that itself turned its face upward, looking as it were to the mountain's summit. How it nestled there in the gorge 1 He had seen it often and often before, but whenever he thought of it afterwards it was as it appeared to him now : the darkling valley below it, the mountains behind it, the sunset sky still flaring above it, though stars had blossom ed out here and there, and the sweet June night seemed full of their fragrance. Ho could distinguish for a good while the gate, the rickety fence, the path beneath the trees. The vista ended in the open door, with the broad flare of the fire illumining the pun cheon floor and the group of boisterous tow- beaded cniKiren; in tncmiasi was me gin, with ber bright hair and light figure, with her round arms barej and her deft hands stirring the batter for bread In a wooden oowi, sne iookcq mc very genius ui umuc, and so long he remembered her. The door closed at last, and he slowly resumed his way along the steep slope. The scene that had just vanished seemed yet vividly present before him. . The gath ering gloom made less impression. He took scant heed ol external objects, ana plodded on mechanically. He was very near the forge when his senses were roused by some inexplicable inward monition. He stood still to listen: only the insects dron ing in the chestnut-oaks, only the wind astir in the laurel. The night possessed the earth. The mountains were sunk in an indistinguishable gloom, save where the horizontal line of their -summits asserted itself against an infinitely clear sky. But for a hunter's horn, faintly wound and faintly echoed in Lost Creek Valley, he might have seemed the only human crea ture in all the vast wilderness. He saw through the pine boughs the red moon ris ing. The needles caught tho glister, and shone Uke a golden fringe. They over hung dusky, angular shadows that he knew was the little shanty of a blacksmith shop. In its dark recesses was a dull red point of light, where the forge fire still smouldered. Suddenly it was momentarily eclipsed. Something had passed before it. " 'Lijahl " he called out, in vague alarm. There was no answer. The red spark now gleamed distinct. . . . ... Liook-a-nyar, ooy, wnat oe you-uns a-doin' of thar f " he naked, beset with a strange anxiety and a growing fear of he knew not what. Still no answer. It was a terrible weapon he had put into the idiot's hand that day that heavy sledge of his. He grew cold when ho re membered poor Elijah's pleasure in useful work, in his great strength gone to waste, in the ponderous implement that he so lightly wielded. ,He might well have re turned to-night, with some: vague, dis traught idea of handling it again. And what vague, distraught idea; kept him skulking there with it ? ; Fooliri' along o' that new straw-cutter tcr-day will be my ruin, I'm afeard,'' Evan der muttered ruefully. Then the sudden drops broke out on his brow. 41 1 pray ter mercy," he exclaimed fervently, " tne uoy hain't been a-spilm' o' that thar new stratf-cutter 1 '' , . This fear dominated" all others, tie Btrode hastily forward. "Come out o' thar, 'Lijahl" he cried roughly. There were moving snaaows in me great barn-like door three--f our The moon was behind the forge,. ami he could, not count them. They were advancing shad ows. A hand was laid upon his arm.; A drawling voice broke languidly on the night. 44 I'm up an' down sorry ier uev ter arrest you-uns, '.Vander, bein' ez wc air nefghbors an' mos'Iy toler'ble friendly ; put law is law, an' ye air lay prisoner," and the constable of the district paused, in me exercise of bis functions to ;gnawroff a shed back yander air full of 'em, I dun- no whether yc hoi ped ter rob the cross roads store or no ; but yander'a the goods in the shed o' the shop,, an' Pete's been away two weeks, an' better; so 'twar obleeged ter be you-uns ez received 'em." JK vander. in a tumult oi nasce. iota ms story. The constable laughed lazily, with his ouid between his teeth. 44 Mebbe so mebbe so; but that's fur the jedge an' jury ter study over. Them men never tuk thar kyart no furder. 'Twar never stuck in no quicksand in Lost Creek. They knowed the sheriff war on thar track, an' they stove up thar kyart, an' sent the spokes an' shafts an' sech a-driftin' down Lost Creek, think- in' 'twould be swallered inter the moun ting an' never be seen ag'in. But jes' whar Lost Creek sinks under the mounting the drift war notched. We fund it thar, an' knowed ez all we hed ter do war ter trace 'em up Lost Creek. An1 hyar we be I The goods hev been identified this very hour by the roan ez owns 'em. l nope ye never holped ter burglarize the store, too; but 'tain't rur me ter say. . xe nev ter Kem along o' we-uns, whether ye like it or no," and he laid a heavy hand on his prisoner's shoulder. The next moment he was reeling from a powerful blow planted between the eyes. It even felled the stalwart constable, for it was so suddenly dealt. But Jubal Tynes was on his feet in an instant, rushing for ward with a bull-like bellow. Once more he measured his length upon the ground close to the anvil this time, for the posi tion of all the group had changed in the fracas. He did not rise again ; the second blow was struck with the ponderous sledge. As )he men hastened to lift him, they were much hindered by the ecstatic capers of the idiot brother, who seemed to have been concealed in the shop. The prisoner made no attempt at flight, although, in the con fusion, he was forgotten for the time by the officers, and had some chance of escape, ne appeared frightened and very meek ; and when he saw that there was blood upon the sledge, and they said brains, too, he declared that he was sorry he had done it. 44 done itP'jCried the idiot, joyfully. 44 Jube sha'n't fight "Vander ! I" done it ! " and he was so boisterously grotesque and wild that the men lost their wits while he was about; so they turned him roughly out of the forge, and closed the doors upon him. At last he went away, although for a. time he beat loudly upon the shutter, and called piteously for Evander. It was a great opportunity for old Dr. Patton, who lived six miles down the val ley, and zealously he improved it. He of ten felt that in this healthful country, where he was born, and where bucolic taste and local attachment still kept him, he was rather a medical theorist than a medical practitioner, so few and slight were the demands upon the resources of his science. He was as one who has long pondered the unsuggestive details of the map of a re gion, and who suddenly sees before him its glowing, vivid landscape. 44 A beautiful fracture 1 " he protested with rapture ,4a beautiful fracture!" Through all the countryside were circu lated his cheerful accounts of patients who had survived fracture of the skull. Among the simple mountaineers his learned talk of the trephine gave rise to the startling report that he intended to put a linchpin into Jubal Tynes's neaa. ii was rumoreu, too, that the unfortunate man's brains had 'in an' about leaked haffen out;" and many freely prompted Providence by the suggestion that 44 ef Jube war ready ter die, it war high time he war taken," as, having been known as a hasty and choleric man, it was predicted that he would 44 make a most survigrus id jit." 44 Cur'bu8 enough ter me ter find out ez Jube ever hed brains," commented Mrs. Ware. 44 Twar well enough ter let some of 'em leak out ter prove it. He hev never showed he hed brains no other way, ez I knows on. Now," she added, 44 somebody oughter tap 'Vander's head, an' mebbe they'll find him pcrvided, too. Wonders will never cease! Nobody would hev ac cused Jube o' sech. Folks '11 have ter re spec' them brains. 'Vander done him that favior in splitting his head open.' "Twarn't 'Vander's deed!" Cynthia declared, passionately. She reiterated this fire. : It was a pale face. Somehow, all the old spirit seemed spent. Its wonted suggestions of a dogged temper and latent fierceness were effacecL. It bore marks of patient resignation, , that might have been wrought by a lifetime of self-sacrifice, rather than by one imperious impulse, as potent as it was irrevocable. The face ap peared in some sort sublimated. The bellows ceased to sigh, the anvil began to sing, the ringing staccato of the hammer punctuated the droning story of the deputy sheriff, still rehearsing the sen sation of the hour to the increasing crowd about the door. The girl stood listening, half hidden in the blooming laurel: Her senses seemed strangely sharpened, despite the amazement, the incredulity, that pos sessed her. She even heard, the old cow cropping the scanty grass at her feet, and saw every casual movement of the big brindled head. She was conscious of the splendid herald of a new day flaunting in the east. Against this gorgeous presence of crimson and gold, brightening and brightening till only the rising sun could outdazzle it, she noted the romantic out lines of the Cumberland crags and woody heights, and marveled how near they ap peared. She was sensible of the fragrance of the dewy azaleas., and she beard the melancholy song of the pines, for the wind was . astir. She marked the. grimaces of the idiot, looking like a dim and ugly dream in the dark recesses of the forge, His face was filled now with strange, wild triumph, and now with partisan anger for his brother's sake ; for Jfivander was more than once harshly upbraided 44 An' so yer tantrums hev brung ye ter this eend, at last, 'Vander Price l" ex claimed an old man, indignantly. "I misdoubted ye when I hearn how ye fit, that day, yander ter the mill; an' they do say ez even Pete Blenkins air plumb afeard ter jaw at ye, nowadays, on 'count o yer fightin' an' quar'lin' ways. An' now ye hev gone an' bodaciously slaughtered pore Jubal Tynes ! From what I hev hearn tell, I jedge he air obleeged ter die. Then nothin' kin save ye!'' The girl burst suddenly forth from the flo weri ng splendors of the laurel. 4 "Twarn't 'Vander's deed ! " she cried, perfect faith in everv tone. "Vander. 'Vander, who did it ? Who did it ? " she reiterated, im periously. Her cheeks were aflame. An eager ex pectancy glittered in her wide brown eyes. Her auburn hair flaunted to the breeze as brilliantly as those golden harbingers of the sun. Her bonnet had fallen : to the ground, and her milk-piggin was rolling away. The mctalic staccato of the ham mer was silenced. A vibratory echo trem bled for an instant on the air. The group had turned in slow surprise. The black smith looked mutely at her. But the idiot was laughing triumphantly, almost sanely, and pointing at the sledge to call her at tention to its significant stains. The sheriff had laid the implement carefully aside, that it might be produced in court in case Jubal Tyues should pass beyond the point of affording, for Or. Patton s satislaction, a gratifying instance of survival from frac ture of the skull, and die in a common place fashion which is of uo interest to the books or the profession. "Twarn't 'Vander's deed I li couldn't be!" she declared, passionately. For the first time he faltered. There was a pause. He could not speak "done it!" cried the idiot, in shxiil glee. Then Evander regained his. voice. 41 'Twar me ez done it," he said, huskily, turning away to the anvil with a gesture of dull despair. " I done it 1 " Fainting is not a common demonstration in the mountains. It seemed to the be wildered group as if the girl had suddenly dropped ' dead. She revived under the water and cinders dashed into her face from the barrel where the steel was tem pered. But life returned enfeebled and vapid. That vivid consciousness and in tensity of emotion had reached a climax of sensibility, and now she experienced the reaction. I'arn ter write, when he went ter the school at the Notch. 'Vander say he never knowed ez he would hev a use for sech. But law! the critter hed better be studyin' 'bout the opportunities he hev, wasted fur grace; fur they say now ez Jube Tynes air bound ter die. An he will fur true, ef old Dr. Pat ton air the man I take him fur." ', 'T warn' t . .'Vander's deed 1 ''.-said Cyn thia, her. practiced hands still busily inr the warping bam with .a homely rainbow of scarlet and blue and saffron yarn. It added an embellishment to the little room, which was already bright with the firelight and the sunset streaming jn at the windows, and the festoons of red pep-, per and popcorn and peltry swinging from the rafters. Waal, waal, hev it so,", said her moth er, in acquiescent dissent ;fhev it sol But 'twar his deed receivinT ot the stolen goods;' leastwise, the jury b'lieved 1 so. Pete say, though, ez tney wouldn't hev been so sure ef it warn't fur 'Vander's re sistin' arrest an' in an',, about haffen killin' Jubal Tynes. Pete say ez 'Vander's name fur nghtm' an' sech seemed ter nev sot tne jury powerful Igin him." ' An' thar war nobody thar ez would gin a good word, fur him!", cried the girl, dropping her, hands with a gesture of poignant despair. 44 'Twarnt in reason ez thar could be," said Mrs. Ware. 4 ' 'Vander's; lawyer never summonsed but a few of the slack-jawed boys from the Settlemmt ter prove his good character, an' Pete said they 'peared awk- ard in thar minds an' flustrated, an' spoke I jes' up an' tole Jeemes ez ye hed got ter lookin' so peaked an' mournful, like, some critter ez war shot ah creepin' away ter die somewhar, jan" he hedn't lost much, arter all.' She! puffed vigorously at her pipe ; then, witjh a change of tone, " Ah' Jeemes air mighty slack-jawed , ter his. elders, too I j- He tuk me up ez sharp. He 'lowed cz he hed no fault ter find with yer looks. He said ye war pritty An.n rr. fits KimL Than ' nw A an(ar rtt an' more agin 'Yander 'n fur him. - Pete 'lows ez they hed ter be paid thar witness-fee by the State, too, op account of 'vander hev in' no money ter fetch witnesses an' sech ter Sparty. HiB dad an' mam air mighty shiftless always war an' tney nev got that hulking idjit ter eat 'em out'n house an' home. They hev been mightily put ter it this winter ter live along 'thout 'Vander ter holp 'em, like he us ter. But they war no ways anxious 'bout his trial, 'kase Squair Bates tole 'em ez the jedge would app'int a lawyer ter defend 'Vander, ez he hed no money ter hire a lawyer fur hisself. An' the jedge app'inted a young lawyer thar; an' Pete 'lowed ez tnat young lawyer made the trial the same ez a gander-pullin' fur the 'torney-gineral. Pete say ez that young lawyer s ways tickled the 'torney- gineral haffen ter death. Pete say the 'torney-gineral jes sot out ter devil tnat young lawyer, an' he done it. reie say the young lawyer hed never ned more'n one or two cases afore, an' he acted so fool ish that the 'torney-gineral kep' all the folks laffin' at him. The jury laffed, an' so did the jedge. I reckon 'Vander thought 'twar mighty pore fun. Pete say ez 'van der's lawyer furgot a heap ez he oughter hev remembered, an' fairly ruined 'Van der's chances. Arter the trial the 'torney gineral 'lowed ter Pete ez the State hed hed a mighty shaky case agin 'vander. But I reckon he jes' said that ter make his own smartness in winnin' it seem more s'prisin'. 'Vander war powerful interrupt ed by thar laffin' an' the game they made o' his lawyer, -an' said he didn't want no appeal. He lowed he hed seen enough o' jestice. ., He lowed ez-he d take the seven years in the, pen'tiary. that tne jury gin him,' fur fear at the nex trial they'd gin him twenty-seven ; though the 'torney-gineral say ef Jube dies they will, fetch him out agin an try him fur taat. me 'torney- gineral 'lowed, ter Petee 'Vander war a fool not ter move fur a new trial an' ap peal, an' seek. . He flowed ez 'Vander war a derned .ignorant man.,; An! aU the folks, I spoke, up, ansays,, Mebbe so Jeemes,, , meooe so, iur ye air in no wise prmy yer self. An' then he gin me no more of his jaw, but arter he hed sot awhile longer he said, 'Far'well,' toler'ble perlite, an' put OUt". , ., , ,- . , ,. ,., ,;.s . ..; . After a long time the snow gradually melt ed from the mountain top, and the drifts in the deep abysses melted, and the heavy ' rains came on. : . The ' mists clung, shroud like, to Pine Mountain. The distant ran ges seemed to withdraw themselves into indefinite spaces, and for weeks Cynthia was bereft of thjeir familiar presence. ' Myr iads of streamlets,, channeling the gullies and swirling among, the bowlders, were flowing down the steeps to join Lost Creek, on its way to! 'its "mysterious sepulchre beneath the mountains. "And at last the spring opened. A viv id green tipped the sombre plumes of the pines. The dull gray mists etherealized to a silver gauze," and glistened above the mellowing landscape. The wild cherry was - blooming far and near. From ' the summit ef the mountain could be seen for many a mile the dirt-road in the valley a tawny streak of color on every hilltop, or winding by every fallow field and rocky slope. A wild, new hope was suddenly astir in Cynthia's heart ; a new energy fired her blood. It may : have been only the recu perative power of youth asserting itself. Toer it was as ff she had heard the voice of the Lord ; and she arose and followed it. ELIZABETH CITY. How and wky sate Town Grow. ' Elizabeth City Falcon. J Since that eventful time that tried men's souls, no town in the Old North State has made such rapid strides toward the devel opment of her resources, her talent for business, and her taste for ornamentation and beautifying as has Elizabeth City. Beautifully situated en the west banks of Pasquotank river, and just where that stream gracefully curves around a cypress clared island, she held out her hand to im migration and Hid them welcome to share ' in her advantages, to share in; the in vestment of capital and welcome to share ia : the benefits thatf might result therefrom. They came; the! bitterness of the past was buried, and all forked zealously and har moniously together as one happy family, and to-day the handsome places of busi ness in Elizabeth City, together with beau tifully ornamented phonies, stands as a grand monument to their untiring energy and en-. terprise. Streets but a few years ago that were occupied by one or two small houses, now present handsome rows of lovely , dwellings nestled in fragrant flower gar- w dens, and lined on either side with the elm tree; acres bf'land that less than ten ' years ago was planted in corn, is now di-'' ' vided into wide, streets, dotted with ele-; ,, gant cottages and shaded by ', large rail-, , road depot ;. marshy swamps have;been filled in and ''factories- built! where ' once1 i were frog pohdsv well equipped railroad ! ' has taken the place, of. a small canal boat,; i I and palace steamers make regular, trips to , . and from our city. Some twenty or twen- round the. court-house gin thar opinion ez mrtd :thtat rarrv ' a fetoCk of poods" fAfnMfv'n ttAn' jAi Taoa mirnriflAn liiAlifn V"VlO I . ' , an AAA I- ..,f V auuer lie ub icoo uuijjvivi iwi vuv law o' the land than ewnyman they ever I ... . . i i . i . see, 'cept that young lawyer no nea ter ae fend him. Peteair powerful sati'fied with Aw performin' in Sparty. He ups an' 'lows ez they paid him a dollar, a day fur a witness-fee, an' treated him mighty perlite the jedge an' jury, too." How Cynthia lived through that winter of despair was a mystery toher afterward. Often, as she sat broodinglover the midnight It was in a sort of lethargy that embers, she sought to picture to herself some detau ot tne uie mat jvanaer she watched their preparations to depart, while she sat upon a rock at the verge of the clearing. As the wagon trundled away down the road, laden with the stolen goods, one of the posse looked back at her with ftmoQ a Am, na ahn wont: some compassion, and observed to a com- -u., .-. hnKnii Twarn't panion that she seemed to take it consid 'Vander's deed I " How could she prove that it was not T she asked herself as often and prove that against his own word! For she herself had heard him acknowl edge the crime. The new day had hardly broken when, driving her cow, she came by the blacksmith's shop, all unconscious as yet of the tragedy it had housed, A vague prescience of dawn was on the land scape; dim and spectral, "it stood but half revealed in the doubtful light. The stars were gone: even the sidereal outline of the great Scorpio had crept away. But the gibbous moon still swung above the dark and melancholy forests of Pine Mountain, and its golden chalice spilled a dreamy glamour all adown the lustrous mists in Lost Creek Valley. Ever and anon the crags reverberated with the shrill clamor of a watch-dog at acabin in the Cove; for there was an unwonted stir upon the moun tain's brink. The tramp of horses, the roll of wheels, the voices of the officers at the forge, busily canvassing their preparations for departure, sounded along me steeps. The sight of the excited group was as phe nomenal to old Suke as to Cynthia, and the cow stopped short in her shambling run, and turned aside into the blooming laurel with a muttered low and with crouch ing horns. Early wayfarers along the road had boon attracted by the unusual commo tion. A rude slide drawn by a yolte ot oxen stood beneath the great pine that overhung the forge, while the driver was breathlessly listening to the story from the. deputy sheriff, , A lad; mounted on a lank gray mare, let the 8rry brute crop, unre buked, the sassafras leaves by the wayside, while he turned half round in his saddle, with a white horror on his face, to see the, spot pointed out on which Jubal Tynes had fallen.. , The wounded man had been removed to the nearest house, but the crround was still dank with blood, and this heightened the dramatic effects of the re cital. The sheriffs posse and their horses were picturesquely grouped about the open barn-like door, and the wagon laden with the plunder stood hard bv.. It had beeq erably to heart, and sagely opined that she company tergether some. But then," he argued. 41 she's a downright good-lookin' gal. ef she do be so red headed. An' thar air plenty likely boys left ia the mountings yit; an' ef thar ain't, she " can jes' send down the vallev a piece fur mo I " and he laughed, and went away quite cheerful, despite his corn passion. The horsemen were in frantic impatience to be off, and presently they were speeding in single file along tne sauay mountain roau. Cynthia sat there until late in the day, wistfully gazing down the long green vista where they had disappeared. She could . not believe that Evander had really gone. Something, she felt sure, would happen tq bring them back. Once and again she thought she heard the beat of hoofs of distant hoofs. It was only the melancholy wind in the melancholy pines. They were laden with snow before she heard aught of him. Beneath them, in stead of the dusky vistas the summer had explored, were long reaches of 'ghastly white undulations, whence the boles rose dark and drear. The Cumberland range, bleak and bare with its leafless trees and frowning eliffs; stretched out long, paral lel spurs, one above another, one beyond another, tier upon tier, till they appeared to meet in one distant level line somewhat grayer than the gray sky, somewhat more desolate of aspect than all the rest 6f the desolate world. 1 When the wind rose; Pine Mountain mourned with a mighty voice. Cvnthia had known that voice since her birth. But what new meaning in its thren- odvl Sometimes the forest waa dumb ; the sun glittered frigidly; and the pines, every tinv needle encased in ice, shone like a wilderness of gleaming ! rays. The" crags were begirt Iwith - gigantic icicles : the air was crystalline and cold, and the Only sound was the clinking of the hand-hammer and the clanking of thei sledge from the forge on the' mountain's brihw. ; For there was ia new striker there;" of whom Pete Blenkins did not stand in awe- He was leading so far away. The storm would beat heavily on the roof of the log cabin, the mountain wind sob through the sigh ing pines ; ever and anon a wolf might howl in the sombre depths of Lost Creek Valley. But Evander had become a stran ger to her imagination. She could not con struct even a vague statu that would : an swer for the problematic mode of. life of the "valley folks" who dwelt ia Nashville, or in the penitentiary hard by. . She began to appreciate that it was a narrow existence within the limits of Lost Creek Valley, and that to its simple denizens the world be-, yond was a foreign world, full of strange habitudes and alien complications. Thus it came to pass that he was no longer even a. vision. Because or tnis suotie pereavemens she would falljte sobbing drearily beside the dreary, dying fare --only because oi mis, areary, uvmg ure-mj - indicating its being held IndisfavorV for she never wondered if. her, image to jf-Prhc-.-'A'frfwia-nf : him had also grown remote. How she j 'rJZZZZ VwV iArfr it-ran op an forlorn miuo uuuhuh ' "J --- seeythem in the wuntries w 7.Vl'llm iormauon omne poiui. wvuiu w, uiutu Bp- pitied him, so lonely, so strange, so forlorn, as be must be I Did mountains! Could he spirit! Surely io his, dreams, surely in some kindly illusion, he might still behold that fair land which touched the sky ; the golden splendors of the suushine sifting through the pines ; nying snaaows oi ciouus as fleet racing above the distant ranges; untrodden woodland nooks beside singing cascades; or some lonely pool, whence the gray deer bounded away through the red sumach leaves. Sombre though, the present was, me iu-. ; ture seemed darker still, clouded by the lono and terrible suspense concerning the wounded officer's fate and the crimethat ! biAG LSI UliUVt Btwu wj , w, 7" ; 1 i as . . - . , y m tfif felt necuharlv able tocooe -Wrtn tne worta departure, that one pf the animals had cast, ! jn general since his experience had Tieen a shoe,' and the prisoner was release4 that he might replace it. t i : . , When Evander kindled the.$orge fire he felt that it was for the last time. , ine drosTtf'febW heavy sighing of,the bellow, burst fcrthas fire alternately flared and faded, itUlumLned knows on," replied the young blacksmith git him jailed will 'low ez be air fursaken to have grown blunt in years of that prac tice- then he. lcisurelv resumed; -?4! war ies savin' ter the sheriff an' depty, hyar ' "ps wp-nna hed better lav low uu.weaeeu hnvr manv o' vou-uns war out hyar; else I wouldn't hev ket)' ve waitin' so long.",,.. - The young mountaineer s amazement last expressed itself in words, " Y hev surely los' yer senses, Jubal Tynes I; What air ye arrestm' ox me iur i s.. :,- .; 44 Fur receivin' of stolen goods the with long;; evanescent jed rays the dusky ; interior of the shop: the horseshoes hang-. Shg upon k rod in the window, the plow shares and bars of iron ranged against the wall, the barrel of water in the corner, the smoky hood and the anvil, the dark spot on the ground, and the face, of the blackr smith himself, as he worked the bellows with one hand, while the other held the tongs with, the red-hot .horseshoe in the. enriched by a recent trip to Sparta. ' He had been subpoenaed by the prosecution in tho ease of - the State of Tennessee versus JByander Price; to:teir the jury all heknev pf the violent temper, ot ins 'quondam striker, which he did with much gusto and self -importance, and pocketed his fee with irf.timimect diflraitwiu sot yn-'-uii nt n ' I -V "Vander looks toler'ble skimpy iaii-bleachedr-so-Petet Blenkins ay, re marked Mrs. ; Ware, as she sat srhoking bee nine in the chimney corner, "while Cynthia stood before , the warping bars,: winding tha nart v-colorcd i vara upon the-.equidis tant pecs of the great frame. ;,? Pete 'lowed ter me ez he hed told ; you-uns ez ?Vander say he air powerful sorry he would never amounting td oyer 90,000 each, are sdpJ-( ' forted by the agricultural productions of -. asquotank and, adjoining counties, and , , the immense steam fisheries of the Albe. marie section add their wealth to the' tfdp-' "u port and development of Elizabeth City and keep busy a. net and twine factory. ; ' Our four large saw mills could not consume ' the accessible timber iii flfty times Jthat , number of years and the Oyster interest of this section only awaits future develdp''M ment to be a source of great wealth to en-'1 terprise and the city. We -. have good.., ,, schools and employ good teachers. Three, newspapers are jpubhshed here and circu-' lated throughout the entire State. Each"' Sunday school possesses a library and the '. i; books are free, i The Methodist, Episcopal and Baptist denominations have handsome , places of worship and extend an invitation to all. "V " " : ; "' ; ; pjOLrcsYitrx.. , -!,-:. How It Begva la OM Times. ' '. : fNew York Journal of Commerce. ,. Editor of tKe 'JournaX of Commercs ': "Is polygamy allovred or prohibited by' the Mosaic law t lido hot know of any law in the Old Testament bearing on the subject r .We find, many of the magnates ol Scrip-, ture practicing It, while we meet wim pas- nnKiotiul '-it- '! .U- -'Xe '.'ii I Seply .t Fronj the. Hebrew Scriptures, as u well as from Christian literature, we learn,,. , that the original marriage estate was com-, posed of 6ne man and one woman.1' Gene-'' ! sis, chapter n-,f verseB 1824; 4 Therefore ' shall a , man f ! cleave - unto .his v wife, and they shall be one flesh.? i Polyg-. . amy came Inlo.&e world lifter, man's lapse, from virtue. ' Genesis; chapter rv., terse 19, ;4And -Lamech'-took-unto' him 'trwc'"" wives ; the name.of.ithe.ene was Adah and ni -the name of the other wasiZiUah-! Moses, the creat lawgiver. Jouna tne practice ao: Evander had acknowledged.-: .. tWtU onlv did hot legislate" ' 44 He hw done it ? h argued jjjj . futilelv. "Twarn't his deed." ,, .... .1 , . Attt !-W -mw 1 Due grew pic ohu i,uiu,&uu iled with her failing spirit, and net1 failed with her failing spirit. mother,' querulously commented on the change. -.,.' . -.' -! -' " An' sech a nara winter ez we-uu ir a-tusslin' with: and that thar ewe a-dyin' ez M'ria traded fur my little" Calf, ' ez war' wutht forty sech dead critters and hyar oe Cynthy lookin' like ahe hod fairly pegged out forty year ago. : an' been, raised irom the grave an' all ies' 'itase 'Vander Price hfev got ter be a evil - man, an air locked in the pen'tiary. It beats , my ' time 1 e never said nothitt'. 'bout marryin, nc- how.ezl knowaon. I never wou,ld hev b'Uev ed you-uns would nev turned on. jeemes Blake, ei hev got ft 'gdod 'grist miU b' , his own an a mighty desirable widder-wc- man far ft mother,) jes: account oi r vanaev Price. ;An' 'Yander, willoeverkembacit ter Pine Mounting no" more'n Lost Qreek Cvnthla's color flared up for a-taoment' Then she sedately, replied,; ) "I her tole Jeemes Blake,, and I hev tole you -una, ez I count on livin single." . i . . i 4 'HI be bound ye never tole Yander that word ! w cried the astute eld wtmiati; 4 i Waal, waaU waal!? she' continued,inex clamatorv disapproval,, as she jeancd.to the fire and scop bowl of her pipe, i contrivance eunyho he take him anbther wife" and In Leu- ' feroaomy, xxi4 l&V Vlf a.nian hate twon wives,rone .beloved, and, another. hated, ?;- ,i showing that .thils relation, was recognized, S ) as not cohtrary to the 'cbd6.J tri practic. riolygfiBry never prevailed td a very larg 1 extent among the common Jewish people, -- kud iat thei beginning of . tJbe Christian em it was.Very rare indeed, although from the . , Talmud 'it !may. be' seen that it was still , considered lawWahd Is nowhere' prohib-!fl"' ited.to a Hebrew by the laws of his order. -; (Hue ABMMkd iJ -i:i .HJhakallhaTI.4? '"Arabella; 'iThtfrHttlofellow1 is' n , dreadfully ek M it -snakes tnf hear ofcc": ,q wtchtJm.Tfii H tsi-Jtt u na.- ,' Josephinei tfpm.M'ZS&hlfo J,noU and stort in his sleep? if no-f 1SM I haven't neticed. 1 am airaiait s pone kandxif ferahd it almost ''drive tdEt dUtractioA.ifiiBi eyeS he fcmHA tyasmMu io them w', IMf. V'.f'af'i4 jfd " '" Riva him Mma sweet spirits of hitre. , . hls'taili- MATuii ' Good i gracious, ! Arabella li what -are pd nn a live coal into the 1 VOU talking bqutl'Vi? no V4fiH jim ui 8, "a gal Is ;iggerratin L .f 44 About my porilfrtf t -rnow in the wofld f But' V " 44 Ohl T though you mean yotor baby." "1 1