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ON THE SANDS.
BY SfAUD SMITH.
Across the shining twilight sea
White sails are floating silently.
And far away beyond the down,
Red lights are glowing in the town,
And you and [ are draining.
Across the glirrt’ring, dark’ning sea
A thousand lights gleam fitfully,.
And sweetest sounds to us e’er known,
Sad mystic sounds,the great sea’s own,
We hear, borne through our dreaming.
Across the.tired, surging sea
The wind is moaning restlessly,
And sailors from a ship hard by,
Their strange, wild songs send shrill and
high;
We listen through our dreaming.
Across the saddening midnight sea
The steadfast stars shine faithfully;
And far away beyond the down,
Red lights are glowing in the town,
And you and I are dreaming.
A GOOD CATCH. .
BY EMILY LENOX.
“Mr. Aii'iste}’ Arbuthuot” was the
name beautifully engraved on the el
egant visiting card which a servant
presented to Evelyn Ogden, as she
stood before a tall -pier-glass, admir
ing the sweep of her vvhtie satin t ain,
and the wave of her glossy black
hair.
“You are ready, I suppose, Sybil?’
siie asked, with a disdainful glance
at her shy little cousin, whose mod
est toilette of wine-colored cashmere
hardly suited Miss Evelyn s elabor
ate taste,
‘Oh, yes!” Sybil answered,
promptly. “I have been ready for
some time.’*
“Wdiy don’t you put some white
lace around your neck?” Evelyn
asked, critically. “You look so—oh,
so plain.”
feme was going to say‘ countrified,”•
but repeated of I at aiid amended
her speech.
“I haven’t any face,” Sybil said,
fraukly.
“i’ll lend you my fichu,” said Eve
lyn, less in a spirit of generosity
than in a wish to have S>b;ilook
semi.respectible.
“Thanks,” was the gentle reply,
“but l would rather uot bo; row any
fine feathers, Evelyn, dear. Don’t
mind me. I couldn't look anything
but plain if i tried, and it will suit
me better to creep aitu a quiet cor
ner where no one wilt see me. 1 can
enjoy your triumphs cousin, for I
am sure you will have them. You
look beautiful to-night.’’
“Do you think so? ’ said Evelyn,
with a conscious glance toward the
minor. “i am giad this dress is so
becoming. Mr. Arbutimot adores
white.”
If
“I almost wish 1 hadut st d I
would go,” observed hybil, looking
down at, hur own piaiu dress. ‘•I am
ai'ra:d I shad d sgra.ee vdu, Evelyn, I
don’t, even know bow. to bonuve. lor
I never heard of a progressive-ang
ling party before.”
“lli, it's simple enough,” said
Evelyn, buttoning her long gloves.
“There will be a lot of tubs, or.punoh
bows, prabably, und we will all have
gilt fishing rods atnd lines, with hooks
on them. _ The fish are hollow and
have prizes inside. We all fish for
them, and noboddy knows wuat he is
going to get till the fish are opened.
There is to be a gold ring in one to
night, they say. It will be like wed
dirig cake. But you needn’t worry,
Sybil; Til tell you what to do.”
Sybil wjas not worrying, oue was
perfectly quiet—*in fact, so much so,
that Evelyn fancied her brilliant es
cort would not be at ail pleased wi%h
this unexpected addition to their
party.
Sybil had come to the city, to try
and get a position as a teacher, and
Evelyn did not fancy taking her out
; but Mr. Ogden had a
-for his sister’s child,
ate
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FRANKLINTON, N. C., NOVEMBER 11,1887.
NO. 17.
and cammanded his daughter to show
her all the honors due to a distin
guished guest.
“My cousin, Miss Weir, Mr. Ar
buthnot,” said Evelyn, presenting
Sybil to the gentleman who awaited
them in the parlor.
Ainsley Arbuthnot’s keen eyes had
swept in an instant over the white'
satin gown, with the mental obser
vation :
V Overdressed!”
The}’ rested now upon the slander,
little figure in the soft, rich-colored
cashmere, and they lighted with gen
uine admiration.
“I am pleased to make your ac
quaintance, Miss Weir,” he said, with
that quiet yet impressive manner
which is such a valuable gift
\ Sybil murmured something, but her
eyelids fell bcford that magnetic
glancing. ,
How handsome he was, and ho,w
perfectly self-possessed ! It was no
wonder that Evelyn was always talk
ing about Ainsley Arbuthnot.
He was rich, too, they said, though
Sybii thought very little about wealth,
save as some far-away thing which she
would probably never possess in all
her lifetime.
The “progressive angling” went on
at Mrs, ilayard’s house, where Sybil
lelt as though she were in fairy-land,
among flowers and lragranee; and
partt-eblored lights, that shone on a
crowd of e 1 eg a nly-dressed, men and
women, who moved about in a scene
of rare beauty and splendor.
“Must I fish too?” Sybil asked,
nervously, as she looked shyly at the
superb cut-glass bowls, in which arti
ficial goldfish were swimming in per
fumed water. “I would rather not.”
“Dou’t be afraid,” said Arbuthnot,
kindly. "They ail make botches of
it.”
“Aren’t you going to fish, Arbuth
aoL?”_called out an exquisite youth,
who wore a primrose and an eye
glass. “It’s no end of a lark, ’pun
honor! It’s such fun to see those
stupid little tin tilings wriggle!”
“Is it, really?” said Arbuthnot,
with imperturbable gravity, while the
speaker began to dangle inis absurd
little line iu the water.
••Do you know what that makes
me think of.1” he continued, nr a iow
tone, wiiieh only Syoil heard. ‘It
reminds me of a definition which 1
once heard given for a hshing-rod—
•a stick with a worm*ai oue end and a
fool at llio other.’ ’
“Sybil broke out -into a merry
laugh,\ which made Evelyn turn
around to see what the fan was.
"Won’t you try now?” said Mr.
Arbuthnot. “There are not very
many people at the table.”
*Yes,” said Evelyn, sweetly, “let
us try now. by ail means. Do you
know! Mr. Arbuthnot, there is to be
german after the fishing, and we
ladies have 10 fish our partners out
of yonder bowl?”
••How momentous ! Aroutnnot x
claimed. '.‘I hope heaveii may
kind to me.”
Evelyn smiled at him, and Sybil,
having a sense of being m the way
moved toward the table.
“Come, ladies!” cried the youth
with the eyeglass “JL'heie are as
good iisu in the sea as ever yet were
caught.”
“Allow me!” said D.ih Travers,
a brother of the hostess, to whom
Sybil had been presented, and she
found herself in possesiou of one of
the gilded willow rods, which were
gaily adorned with bows of ribbon.
She cast in her line, and almost
immediately the others were cast
alongside
“I am Ashing for you. Miss Weir,”
said Dick, boldly. “I want a good
partner, and you look as though you
danced divinely.’,
“I am very fond of it,” sybil said,
modestly*, “but I dou’t know much
about the german. I* think I should
be almost afraid to try.”
“Evelyn frowned and bit her lips.
YYbat a fool the girl was !
“Why, Sybil 1” she said, pettishly.
“You are fishing on my side. I
' want that little fat fish- I’m sure
he’s got something nice in him.”
“You are welcome to him, I’m
; sure,” said Sybil, abondoning h r
| game very pleasantly. “I’d ratheT
| have that slim little fellow. Per
haps he hasn't anything in him, and.
then I shall be allowed to look on.”
“Aha!” cried Dick, whose skilled
hand had hooked the first fish, “What
have we got here? No. 17. Amy,
what is No. 12—gentleman’s prize?’’
“You dance with Miss Irwin,” said
Mrs. Bayard, putting a box into her
broiler’s hand.
Dick groaned.
“Never mind,” said Arbuthnot,
laughing. “We are only going to
have six figures. Let us see what
you have got.’'
j Dick produced a very pretty leather
pocket-book, .which they were all ad
miring, when Miss Eyelyn’s cry of
triumph riveted attentiou on herself.
“I’ve got him!” she exclaimed,
lilting the little fat fish out of the
water.
But great was her chagrin when
she found that it contained no prize
at all. and flue netne of somebody
whom sue dil not like.”
- ‘I’m afraid I shall uot catch any
body.” said Sybil, who found it quite
! difficult.
‘•You don’t go right at it,” said
Dick. “Drop your hook down deep,
and then bring it up slowly—this
way. Try the little fellow: over there.
That’s right. Gent.y now. There—
aha. What did I tell you? That was
well done, wasn’t it’ Ainsley?”
“Excellent,” said Ainsley. “Open
■ him—do. I am consumed with curi
osity.” v j
Sibyl obeyed, laughingly, expect
ing nothing.
“By Jove!” Dick cried, “She’s
hooked the gold ring.”
Sure enough,* inside of the slim
little fish lay the shining band which
every one coveted.
“It is like the Arabian Knights,”
she said in astonishment. “How
pretty it is!” And see this French
molio inside—-Marian l'emme, l’anne
portrait.’ ”
“That means you will be married
in a year,” said Arbuthnot, smiling
into her little flushed face.
•*i don’t think that’s likely,” Sibyl
replied. “But 1 never dreamed of
getting tue ring. I wonder how I
ever happened to.”
“There is no great mystery, as I
can see,” said Evelyn with a disa
greeable laugh. “A brother of Mrs.
Bayard’s ought to be able to prompt
one effectively.”
“Miss Ogden,” said Dick, quietly,
“I hope you do not tbiuk 1 knew
whete the ring wasj”
“Oh, of course not,” was the sar
cajeastic rejoinder. “Ah, Captain.
Clyde, is this you? Tiie music is
playing. [ suppose we may as well
go itito the ballroom.”
Dick Clyde smothered an exelema
lion as he turned to Ainsley with a
curious look.
“You have not fished yet,” he
said.
here is plenty of time,” Arbufch
not answered. “There is Miss Irwin,
Dick. She looks appealing.”
“You always have your own way,
Aiosiey,” D.ck saic, resentfully, and
went off to find his partner.
Sybil and Mr. Arbulhnot were left
alone by the table.
“Aren’t you going to fish?” she
asked. >
“No. I am to lead tfie german,
and it is my peculiar privilege to;
choose a partner. Will you dance
with me, Miss Weir?”
“Oh, Mr. Arouthuot, I shall disr
grace you.”
“I will run the risk,” he said, offer- j
ing his arm, which she took shylyr|
“How pretty that ring looks on your
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a, - r- _
hand ! Do you know I have a strong
desire to put it on with a wish?”
“Well, I haven’t any objections,”
said Sybil, blushing faintly.
So Ainsley took her small white
hand, and put the ring on it.
“It will come true in a year, if it
comes true at all.” he said. “Now,
come : T'txf* begins at ten,
and I must tell you wLat figures I
have chosen.” r
Everybody wanted to know who
that quiet little thing was who danced
with Ainsley Aibuthnot; and#tle
next day Diek Travers brought a
frieud to Call. He found Evelyn Og
den alone in her glory.
“Miss Weir has gone out to hunt
a place,” she s id viciously. “The
wants to teach school, I believe.”
“Ah, yon don’t say?” said Dick’s
companion, who was the youth with'
the primrose. “Do you think she
would take me for a pupil? • I am not
much on most things, but the fellows
say I am the very duce at geogra
phy.,’ ?
A month slipped by, and Sybil
went home disappointed. It was the
wrong time of year, they said. She
might get a place in the fall, but
there was none vacant now.
“I’m'afraid Fid not of much ac
count, Aunt Hannah,” she said, de
spondently, as she sat by the little
old study-lamp, thinking it all over
I might as well have-stayed at home,
and not' spent the money going to
town. Indeed.” she added, with a
,sigl», “It would have been a great
deal better.”
it was an o id answer to uer obser
vation, that there came just at, that
moment a ring at the bell, which
brought,her face in the doorway with
Ainsley Arbuthnot.
‘•I have followed vou,” he said
holding the hand which she gave him.
“t found that 1 could not be happy
away from you, and I came to ask.
Sybil, whether I might not stay with
you always?”
•‘Gome in,” she said, leading him
irf*o the parlor, where only Ibe fire
light shone. “Excuse me,” she ad
ded hastily, “I will get a lamp.”
"This will do he said, detaining
her. “I like this best. Sybil, you
know what I came for. I love you.
Will you marry me?”
She was a natural girl, without any
art or coquetry, and she answered
him, out of her heart;
“Yes.”
“Then my wish will come true,”
j he sai l, lifting her hand and kissing
it where the gold ring spanued her
pretty finger. Do you know what 1
wished, darlmg? The ring said that
the year'would bring you a husband,
and 1 wished it might he me.”
It is needless to say that Sybil
did not look lor any further position.
“She ought to be satisfied,” said
Evelyn Og-mn, when she heard of the
engagement. ‘It is astonishing What
good fortune some of those plain
girls have. Mr. Arbuthnot is the
catch of the. season.”—\$ot%irduy
Night.
Betsy at the Fair.
Atlanta, G., Oct. 20, 1887.—I
might as well try to tell you how
many drops of rain fell yistiddy or
or how many folks was here in At
lanty as to try to tell what all I seed
and heurn at the exposition.
The weather last week was so
pretty, put me in a mind of Indian
summer when the tarripins all gets
out on a log to sun tbeyselves, and
it was the occasion ef a pawerful
sight to forks agwine out, but it was
two pretty to lost, and on Monday it
sot into rainin’. We seed more fine
silk dresses and hats and things
'drenched in that rain as a little;
looks strange how smart folks will
! put on the best they got and get it
j rurnt at sich a piace as that. Our
| gang had on the best wc had, but we
never said nothin’ about it and
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nobody never knowed it.
The featners »n Cindy Roberson’s
hat made her^look like -a frizzled
ehieken undir tne drip. They was
sot up high in front on account of
the fashion, and the wi nd bio wed
’em wiong side-out’urds, and they
dipt in red streaks all over her face.
You’d a thought she’d been in a
tight; her own mammy wouldn’ter
knowed her.
I wish you could er saw one of
them high foltitin Talladegy gals, she
had a red bird with a green tail, she
give live dollars for it, sot high - up
on her Sunday hat, aud belt her head
high as a bantum chicken, till about
a hour after the rain in the bird’s
head drapt off, and it was’nt long till
the green tail was gone, and^ther
wasn’t nothin’ left of that five dollar
bird but a little red chicken ^feather.
She lowed her feathers had fell and
she was agwine home, and off she
put that very night, never wait to
see the president nor none of his kin.
All our gang was drabbled in mud
knee deep, kase we walked out thar
aud back. That night we washed out
our coat-tails and hung ’em to the
fire, and wore ’em next day rough
dried kase we didn’t have no more
c othes^ with us. Mol Fieshour’s
black cotton iace diedjher coat black
as ink, and Liz Hasher’s red kaliker
frock faded in streaks and run into
the wliite braid, and we was all plum
sights.
But we taken it jolty. One of ^the
Thackersou gals lost her Cleveland
badge. She tuck on powerful and
bad all her*crowd a hun’nt for it.,
Mr. Turuipseed Jie aimed to go
home a Tuesday night after he seed
tho president, but he staid to have
his pictur’ struck for Cousin Pink
long as tother one got ruint with the
cologne. He left his overcoat at his
boardin’ house as Monday, and when
he went back for it, he couldn’t find
the house and had to git Cap to go
atter it for him.
P-p he last his hat in the crowd
and had to tie his head up in his
bandauDy handerehier tel he got to
town. But laws, nothin can’t set
pap back.
We seed a heap on a Monday, in
spite of the rain. We weut through
the main buildin’ wliar they got a
little of every thing The folks
wjjh as big a show as anything else
a gavin’ around with tber necks
stretched, Some was a dartin from
one thing to tother not a seem of
nothin good. We taken’it sorter
slow, and went up stairs fust and
looked at the pietur’s. Folks most
went wild over Geo. I. Seiney’s kaee
tkep was the fineet thar- You can’t
tell no body how a pictur’ looks, you
got see it Tor yourself. Hal. Gregory
ban some fine on.es up thar, one of
of his mouth to joke. Them nigger
pictures of W. A. Walker’s was good
—and I was powerful proud to see
all them fine pictures that John Mad*
dox drawd—they' say he got the pre
premium bn some of ’em. I coutd er
stood and looked at pictur’s ail day
Bill Arp 'looked like be
but Caledony sbe was a takin of a
fit to see the. crazy quilts, and they
bad enough of ’em than to run a body
distracted. Some of .’em was the
prettiest I ever seed. They had some
kaiiker ones, too, and Caliedony
lowed, “Betsy, oui-’n at home is a
heap prettier’n air’n here. If I had
my “Wheel of Fortune’ and ‘Pride
and Glory of the South,’ they would
git the blue btn heard and shoulders
over air quilt here.”
It wos hard lo get Caledony away
from them knit lace and embroidery,
crochet thiDgs—she’d a been up thar
tell yit if Cousin Pink hada’t told her
to come down stairs to whar they
give away coffee. Cal she’d drink
one cup—(it helt about two thimbles
full)—and go off and come baca and
make the man think sbe was some
body else and get another cup. Wyly
& Green they gives away buck wheat
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cakes. Cal done them the same way
and never had to buy no dinner—
lowed she was like old Miss Slack,
ghe wasn’t gwine to pay for nothin’
when she could git it free. They
give away lots of things; sody, face
powder, cotton seed, all sorter pretty
piernr’s and fans, and we’uns had
.oar arms chock tull. Cousin Pink
she was a boldin’ of all our fans one
time and took a seet by herse’f to
wait for us, and lowed every body
come along belt out they hand for a
fan, thought she was the gal that was
a givin’ of’em away. Can says she
seen a oman go up and grab a whole
hand full of cards—thought she was
a gitten’ of some pretty pictur’s and
they never had no piotur’s on ’em.
She had a paper bag full of sody and
pictur’s aud things that was give to
her, and the bag busted and spilt ’em
all in the mud and rain. She had
two balloods, a red’u and a blne’n
tied to her a sulin’ high over her
head.
Mol Freshours wa3 plum greedy
about gittin’ fans and pictur’s and
thinge and lowed; “1 bet if I come
here agin l fetch along a pillar
slip or some’n to tote all iny things
in.”
I know in reason her and Liz
Hasher and Becky Jane Rountree
bad sody enough if'twas sold to pay
they way into the exposition* We
got tired totin’ of our’n and give it
all to them. It was hard to keep our
crowd to-gether; some wanted to see
one thing and some tother. We all
went around and seed Miss Annie
Dennis, from Tolherton, Ga., and
she showed us her things, over three
hundred varieties of fruits and vege
tables that she put up herself, can
ned, crystalized and evaporated, and
her jellies and pickles and 'home
made crackers oould’nt be beat. We
tasted her crystalized figs, the be-t
things you ever seed, she had fine em
broideries and paintings, and Cal she
asked her if she worked nights and
Sundays.
Putnam county, Georgia, hap more
different kiud of things as any we
seed; everything that grows from a
acorn and a dishrag gourd up to
eighty-five kinds of trees, and one
hundred sud sixtylfive kinds of roots
and barks for medicines, and" Cal she
lowed old Mis Grean Would er. took
a jetniny fit over all them “yarbs.%
Floyd county had loth of fine
tilings, and they was all" showed off,
pretiy. Rome sent a heap, and
ever’body says it will git the.pre
mium.
I tell you the fac’, we seed so much
and went so fast from one tiling to
tother to try and see it all and get
the worth of our money that we can’t
hardly tell you what county nor
state nothin’ was in. Iky Roberson
said he felt at home when he seed
that possotn in the ’simmon tree In
Sumpter county.
Becky Jane Rountree’ lowed it
made her feel homesick to see all
them big fat goflrds and sweet ’inters
and turnips and pumking—but she
can’tjtell you right now whar none
of’emgrowed. We was a looking
at the things from Talis(»oosy and
Becky Jare she looked up and axed
“what is that thing a banging up
thar.” It was a^great -big round
goured painted with gold and Mr.
Adair he most died a laughin’ kase
she come from Alabamy and didn’t
ktow what a “fat gonrd.’ was,
The biggest part of our crowd come
to see the president, and wasn’t a
tbinkin’ about no gourds nor nutbin.”
Well, I’ve done like Aunt Nancy,
talked and, went on here and hain't
told yon nothin’ about the president.
Caledony and Oousin Pink and
them’s a callin’ of me to come ca*
and Cap Dewberry he’s a waitin’ for
for me, so I’ll have to wait till next '
time to tell you how we’uns seed the
president under difficulties.'
Bessy Hamilton.
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