1
i5
i"c SUMMER
TIME IN GEO""
Oh, summer time
praise
ieorgy, I love to sing roar
'.j ibo green U on the melon and the son la
on the blaze:
When the birds are pantin, cbantin.
on leg'
rantin 'round the nils
With tbo juice of ripe blackberries Jcs' a-diip-
pin from their bills!
b, the summer timo in Ueorgy, when throuyb
leave3 of creon and brow a
The bright an violet scented dews jes' rain their
richness down
On the cool an clingin grasses whero the fickle
sunbeam slips.
An tbo famished lily puckers up its white re
splendent lips!
Oh, summer lime in Gcorgy, with the glory in
the dells.
Whero the rni o and rainy incense from the
, . frcsh'nin shower swells.
An o'er the bars to twinklin stars floats twK
light's sinl farewells
In the lowing or tho cattle an the tinklin of
their bells!
Oh, sumi'er time in Gcorgy, when 'ncath the
listenln vine.
Where the purple mornin glory an the honey
suckle twine.
The whippoorwills were singin their notes of
.love an bliss.
An to my lips were clingin the Hps I used to
kiss.
Stay, like a Ureum
dreams depart.
An rain your honey
eternal, while dcaresl
sweetness in sho.rers
'round my heart.
Pshaw! I'm gettia so pathetic my eyes can
hardly see;
' Oh,8ummcrtimeinGeorKyI You're the best of
times to me.
Frank L. Stanton in .Atlanta Constitution.
HE KEPT HIS PROMISE.
No one ever thought that ilay Forster
would marry John Charrington, but he
thought differently, and things which
" John Charrington intended had a
queer way of coming to pass. He asked
her to marry him before ho went up to
Oxford. She laughed and refused him.
He asked her again next time he came
home. Again she laughed, tossed her
dainty, blond head and again refused.
A third time he asked her; she said it
was becoming a confirmed bail habit,
and laughed at him more than ever.
John was not the only man who want
ed to marry her; she was the belle of our
village coterie, and we were nil in love
with her more or less; it was a sort of
fashion, like masher collars or Inverness
capes. Therefore we were as much
annoyed as surprised when John Char-
' rington walked into our little local club
we had it in a loft over the saddler's, 1
remember and invited usall to his wed
ding. "Your wedding?"
"You don't mean it!"
"Who's the happy Fair? When's it to
be?'
John Charrington filled his pipe and
lighted it before he replied. Then he
said:
"I'm sorry to deprive you fellows of
your only joke but Miss Forster and I
are to be married in September."
"You don't mean it?"
"He's got the mitten again, and it's
turned his head,"
"No, 1 said rising, "I see it's true.
Lend me a pistol some one, or a first
class fare to the other end of Nowhere.
Charrington has bewitched the only
pretty girl in our twgnty-five mile radios.
Was it mesmerism or a love potion,
Jack?"
"Neither, sir; but a gift you'll never
have perseverance and the best luck a
man ever had in the world."
There was something in his voice that
silenced me, and all the chaff of the
other fellows failed to draw him further.
The queer thing about it was that
when we congratulated Miss Forster she
Unshed and smiled and dimpled for all
' the world as though she were in love
with him, and had been in love with
him all the time. Upon my word I
thought she had. Women are singular
creatures.
We were all asked to tho wedding. In
Brixham every one -who was anybody
knew everybody else' who was any one.
My sisters were, I truly believe, more
interested in the trousseau than the
bride herself, and I was to be the best
man. The coming marriage was much
aanvassed at afternoon tea tables and at
our little club over the saddler"B, and the
question was always asked, "Does she
are for him?"
I used to ask that question of myself in
the early days of their engagement, but
after a certain evening in August I never
asked it again. I was coming home from
the club through the churchyard. Our
hurch is on a thyme grown hill, and
the turf about it is so thick and soft that
one's footsteps are noiseless.
1 made no sound as I vaulted the low,
lichen ed wall and threaded my way be
' tween- the tombstones. It was at the
same instant that I heard John Char
rington's voice and saw her face. Hay
was sitting on a low, flat gravestone,
with the full splendor of the western
son upon her mignonne face. Its ex
pression ended at once and forever any
- question of her love for him. It was
transfigured to a beauty 1 should not
have believed possible even to that beau
tiful little face.
. .John lay at her feet, and it was his
voice that broke the stillness of the
golden August evening.
"Hy dear, my dear, I believe that I
should come back from the dead if you
wanted me." " "'
I coughed at once to indicate my pres
ence and passed on into the shadow, fully
enlightened.
The wedding was to be early in Sep
tember. Two days before I had to run
up to town on business. The train was
late of course, for we are on the South
eastern, and as I stood grumbling with
my watch in hand whom should I sea
but John Charrington and Hay Forster.
They were walking up and down the
unfrequented end of the platform, arm
in arm, looking into each other's eyes,
careless of the sympathetic, interest of
the porters. '. 4."''
Of course 1 knew better than to heed
tote a moment before burying myself in
'the booking office, and it was not till
the train drew up at the platform that I
'obtrusively passed the pair with my I
1 G :-u!t';ne and tool: the corner in a f.ist
; cL'.ks Kitiokin;; carriage. 1 did- this with
; as ifooii
an air of not seeing tlu-m as I
j could assume. - I pride, myself r niy
discretion, lint 'if John' was traveling
I alone I wanted Tlis company. 1 lir.d it. .
! 'Hnllo, old man," came Ins cheery
I vok-ft us he-.ntng his baggage i:il -my
! carriaire; "iu-re's hick: I was expecting
i a .l,,! ionnicv '"
Where are von off tor 1 asked, (lis-
j cretion still bidding me tnnr my eyea
i away, though I saw wiihont looking
I that lier's were red rimmed. -
"To old Branbridge's," he answered,
bhuttiiig the door and leauiug out for a
List word with his sweetheart.
"Oh. I wish you wouldn't go. John,'
! she was saying in a low", earnest voice,
j "I feel certain something will happen." .
! "Do yon think that 1 should kit any
thing happen to keep me, and the day
after tomorrow our wedding day?"
"Don't go," she answered, witli a
pleading intensity whch would have
Gent my Gladstone on the platform and
w after it. John Charrington wits
made differently; he rarely changed his
opinions, never his resolutions.
He only stroked the little ungloved
hand that lay oa the carriage door.
I must. May. The old boy's been awful
good to me, and now he's dying I must
go and see hint, but 1 s-hall come home
in time for" The rest of the parting
was lost in a whisper and in the rattling
of the starling train.
"You're sure to come?" sheepokeasthe
train moved. -
'Nothing shall keep tne," he answered;
ami we steamed away. ' After he had seen
the last of the little figure on the platform
he leaued back iu his corner and kept
silence for a minute.
When he spoke it waso explain to me
that his godfather, whose heir he was,
lay dying at Peurmarsli place, some fifty
miles away, and had sent for John, and
John had felt bound to go.
"1 shall be snrely back tomorrow," he
said, or, if not, the day -after, in heaps
of time. Thank heaven one hasn't to get
np iu the middle of the night to get mar
ried nowadays!
"And suppose Mr. Branbridge dies?".
"Alive or dead 1 mean to be married
on Thursday!" John answered, lighting
a cigar aud unfolding The Times.
At Peannarsh station we said "good
by," and he got out. and I saw him ride
off. 1 went- to London, where, I staid
the night.
When 1 got home the next afternoon
a very wet one, by the way my sister
greeted me with:
"W here's Charrington?"
"Goodness knows," I answered testily.
Every man since Cain has resented that
kind of a question. :
"I thought you might have heard from
him,"-she went.. on, "as you're to give
him away tomorrow."
"Isn't he back?' I asked, for I had con
fidently expected to find him at home.
"No, Geoffrey" my sister always had
a way of jumping to conclusions, es
pecially such conclusions as were least
favorable to her ' fellow creatures "he
has not returned and, what is more, you
may depend upon it he won't. You mark
my words, there'll be no wedding to
morrow." My sister Fanny had a power of an
noying me which no other human being
possesses.
"You mark my words," 1 retorted
with asperity, "you had better give up
making such a thundering idiot of your
self. There'll be more wedding tomor
row than ever you'll take the first part
in." A prophecy which, by the way,
came true.
But though I could snarl confidently
to my sister, I did not feel so comfort
able when, late that night, I, standing
on the doorstep of John's house, heard
that he had not returned. Next morn
in brought a brilliant blue sky, gold
sun and all such softness of air and
beauty of cloud as go to make up a per
fect day. i woke with a vague feeling
cf having gone to bed anxions, and of
being rather averse to facing that anx
iety in the light of full wakefulness.
But with my shaving water came a
note from John which relieved my mind
and sent me np to the Forsters with a
light heart.
May was in the gardeu. 1 saw her
blue gown through the hollyhocks as the
lodge gates swung to behind me. So 1
did not go up to the house, but turned
aside down the turfed path.
"He's written to yon, too," she said,
without preliminary greeting, when 1
reached her side.
"Yes, I'm to meet him at the station
at 3, and come straight to the church."
Her face looked pale, but there was a
brightness in her eyes and a tender
qniver passed about the month that
spoke of renewed happiness.
"Mr. Branbridge begged him so to
stay another night that he had. not the
heart to refuse," she went on. "He is so
kind; but 1 wish he hadn't staid."
I was at the station at 2:30. I felt
rather annoyed with John. It seemed a
sort of slight to the beautiful girl who
loved him that he should come, as it
were, out of breath and with the dust of
travel uqou him to take her -hand, which
some of us would have given the best
years of our life to take. -
But when the 8 o'clock train glided in
and out again.'havibg Drought no pas
singers' to our little station, I was more
than annoyed. There was no other train
for thirty-five minutes. I calculated
that, with much hurry, we might just
get to the church in time for the cere
mony but, oh, what a fool to miss that
first train. What other man could have
done it?
That thirty-five minutes seemed a year
as 1 wandered around the station read
ing the advertisement!, and the time ta
bles, aud the company's bylaws and get
ting more and more angry with John
Charrington. This confidence iu its
own powers of getting everything he
wanted the minute he wanted it was
leading him too far. I hate waiting.
Every one does, . but I believe 1 hate it
more than any one eice. The 3:35 train
-as late, of course.
1 ground my pipe between my teeth
and stamped with impatience as I watch
ed the signals. Click! The signals went
down, showing thf-t the traia would not
THE DALLIS WEEKLY CHRONICLE, FRIDAY, JANUARY. 15, 1892,
top, as it had no passengers for our
station. Five minutes Later I flung my-
eelt into tne camaKO man i unu urougun
for John.
"Drive to the church!" I said as some
one shut the door, "Mr. CharriDgton
hasn't come by this train." . .'
Anxiety now replaced anger. What
had become of the man? Could he have
been taken suddenly ill? I had never
known him to have a day's illness in his
life. And even so, he might have, tele
graphed. Some awful accident must
have happened to him. The thought that
he had played her false, never no, not for
a moment, entered my head. Yes, some
thing terrible had happened to him, and
on me lay the task of telling his bride.
I tell yon I almost . wished the carriage
would upset and break- my head, so that
some one else might tell her, not I, who
but that's nothing to do with the story.
It Was 3:55 as we drew up at the
churchyard gate. A double row of eager
onlookers lined the path from lich gate
to porch. I sprang from the carriage
and passed up between them. Our gar
dener had a good front place uear the
! door. I stopped.
j "Are they waiting- still, Byles?" I
I" asked, simply to gain time, for of course
j I knew they were by the waiting crowd's
attentive attitude. .
"Waiting, sir! No, no, sin why, it
must be over by now."
"Over! Then Mr. Charrington'scome?"
"To the minute, sir; must have missed
yon somehow, and I say, sir," lowering
his voice, "I never see Mr. John the
least bit so afore, but my opinion is he's
j been drinking
pretty free. His clothes
was all dusty aud his face like a sheet.
I tell you I didn't like the looks of him
at all, and the folks inside are saying all
6orts of things. You'll see something's
' gone very wrong with Mr. John, and
1 he's tried liquor.. He looked like a
' ghost, and iu he went with his eyes
: straight before him, with never a look
; or a word for none of us; him that was
always such a gentleman!''
j I had never heard Byles make so long
a speech. The crowd in the churchyard
; vere talking in whispers aud getting
': 'ready, rice and slippers to throw at the
: bride and bridegroom. " The - ringers
5 were ready with their hands on the
; ropes to ring out the merry peal as the
j bride and bridegroom shonld come out.
I A murmur from the church announced
them; out they came. Byl.es was right.
' John Charrinston did not look himself.
1 There was dust on his coat, his hair was
disarranged. Ha seemed to have been
in some row, for there was a di;ick marK
above his eyebrow. He was deathly pale.
But his pallor was not greater- than that
of the bride, who might have been carved
in ivory dress, veil, orange 'blossoms
and all. - ' ' r .
As they paused Out the ringers stopped
there were six of them and then, on
the ears expecting the gay wedding peal
came the slow tolling of the passing
bell.
A thrill of horror at so foolish a jest
from the ringers passed through us all.
But the ringers themselves dropped the
ropes and fled like "rabbits down the bel
fry stairs. The bride shuddered, and
gray shadows came about her mouth,
but the bridegroom led her on down, the
path where the people stood with the
handfuls of rice; but the handfuls were
never thrown, and the wedding bells
never rang. In vain the ringers were
urged to remedy their mistake; they pro
tested with many whispered expletives
that they would see themselves farther
first.
In a hush like the hush in the chamber
of death the bridal pair passed into their
carriage, and its door was slammed be
hind them.
Then the tongues were loosed. A babel
of anger, wonder, conjecture from the
guests and the spectators.
"If Fd seen his condition, sir," said old
Forster to me as wo drove off, "I would
have stretched him on the floor' of the
church, sir, by heaven I would, before
Fd have let him marry my daughter!"
Then he put his head out of the win
dow. "Drive like fury," he cried to" the
coachman; "don't spare the horses."
He was obeyed. - We passed the bride's
carriage. I forbore to look at it, and old
Forster turned his head away and swore.
We reached home before it.
We stood in the hall doorway, in the
blazing afternoon sun, and in about half
a minute we heard wheels crunching the
gravel. When the carriage stopped in
front of the steps old Forster and I ran
down.
' "Great heavens, the carriage is empty!
And yet" "
I had the door open in a minute, and
this is what I saw:
No sign of John Charrington; and of
Hay, his wife, only a huddled heap of
white satin lying: half on the floor of the
carriage and half on the seat.
"I drove straight hee, sir," said' the
coachman, as the bride's father lifted her
out; "and I'll swear no one got out of the
carriage."
We carried her into the house in her
bridal dress and drew back her veil. I
saw her face. Shall I ever- forget it?
White,' white and drawn with agony and
horror,, bearing such a look of terror as I
have neyeneeen since except in dreams.
And her hair, her radiant blond hair, I
tell yon it was white like snow.
As we stood, her father and I, half mad
with the horror and the mystery of it, a
boy came pp the avenue a telegraph J
boy. They brought the orange envelope
tome. I tore it open!"
"Mr. Charrington was thrown from
his horse on bis way to the station at 1 :30.
Killed on the spot!" ..'
And he was married to May Forster in
our parish church at 8:30 in presence of
half the parish.
"I shall be married, dead or aliveP
What had passed in that carriage on
the homeward drive, no-one knows no
one ever will know. Oh, May! oh, my
dear.
Before a week was over they laid her
beside hex husband iu our little church
yard on the thyme' covered hill the
churchyard whero they had kept their
love trysts. . .. -
Thus was aectuuplishiM .lolin Char
rington's wedding. Tempi Bar.
BEAR ; HUNTING ' IN ALASKA.
IThpse Explorers Were 'IVm ilaijly Fright- .
"' nel and Froxeil to Shoot. -
One dark day in . winter, during a
heavy snow blizzard; with the thermom
eter down to 40 degs. and the wind at
the rate of forty miles -an hour, when
the mere thought of outdoors' sent a
told shudder through the system, a na
tive came rushing into the station ex:
Claiming, "Nan-nook! nan-nook! nan
nook!" To say -that all were "startled'
would be . speaking mildly. Wo were
excited. A few queries put'to the native
located bruin about ten rods from the
station, quietly" eating his breakfast
from a dead walrus that had drifted
ashore the fall before. Grasping our
trifles, handing one to the natiye,-which
we kept conveniently at hand shoving a
few cartridges into o'ur pockets, throw
ing on .whatever garments came at hand,
we sallied forth for Mr. Bruin's skin.
A short distance from the station tho
assistant passed the writer; his long legs
having a decided advantage in wallow
ing through the deep snow. Some four
or five rods from the station the steward
was met returning with face and ears
frozen. ' The writer however ..kept on
doing'his best to keep' the" two hunters,
just seen through the dimness "ahead, in
sight, when he heard the "report of a rifle
quickly followed by the report of an
other; thinking that -bruin , had at last
iuceninbed, the writer hurried on until
he came to -the dead walrus, when he
stopped to listen. Nothing of bruin or
hunters . could be ; seen .. and nothing
but the. howling of the winds could be
heard. - Retracing his steps he arrived ;
at the station with face frostbitten and
both ears frozen. Some half an hour,
after the assistant and native returned j
and the assistant tells the following j
story: ; - -' - ." . . '
Approactyug the place they suddenly
came upon bruin quietly feeding, scarce
ly ten paces distant. The -native being
in advance without intimating his inten
tion raised his rifle and fired, causing,
bruin to raise his head and give an om
inous growl. The assistant, in order to
use bis rifle more dexterously, had taken
the mitten in his right hand, in his agi
tation dropped it and the wind whirled
it instantly out of sight.. In stepping
aside to bring, the native out of line he
stepped into a hollow, came near falling,
thereby losing his sight on the bear
when he fired.. He thinks his bullet
must have struck-very near the animal,,
as the 6now. flew all over him," and he
was so frightened that he- marched off,
they following, but soon . lost sight of
their object. Perhaps they did not care
to get too hear and were perfectly will
ing he should go. One of the natives in
the old signal station hearing of the oc
currence muffled himself up in skins,
took his rifle and a supply of cartridges,
went down to within fifteen paces of the
dead walrus, sat down and waited for
Mr. Bruin to come back and finish his
breakfast ' ,
He had not long to 'Wait,, for : bruin
soon came and commenced tearing off
the flesh at a great rate, as though in
anger for having been driven away and
now determined to: make up -for lc3t
time. At the proper moment the native
raised his rifle and fired, killing the
brute instantly. Help- being near; he
was dragged into the old station and
skinned, the carcass furnishing a good
supply of fresh meat for the natives and
his skin proving to be one of the largest
and finest the writer ever saw. Alaska
Cor. New Bedford Standard. :
The People of the Chinese Kntplre.
In order to understand China yon must
remember that the country is not made
up of one people.' Nearly every one of
the eighteen provinces ' has a different
language from the others, and the coolie
of Peking can no more understand the
language of the coolie of Canton than
can the peasant of Berlin understand the
jargon of the lazzaroni of Naples. A
servant of . north China is no good in
south China, and the people of the dif
ferent provinces have different habits
and customs and different ideas. They
look different. The Chinamen who
come to America are all from the south
ern part of the empire. . They are lean,
scrawny and short.
The Chinamen who live- along the
great wall are, as a. rule, six footers.
Many of them can carry 500 pounds on
their backs, and they are either fat or
muscular. In the provinces between
you find differences of physical structure
and of intellectual caliber. The people
of the north have better faces than those
of the south. Frank Ox. .Carpenter in
National Tribune. - . -.
Wanted,, a Big Bell. -'
Young Lady Good morning, Mr. Sur
plice. You stated yesterday that you
wished some of the members of the con
gregation would solicit subscriptions for
a bell. . . ..
Clergyman Yes, Miss De Goode. It
is .my ambition" to have the largest and
finest bell in the city.
Young Lady I have plenty of leisure
and would like to help.
Clergyman Very well. Here is a
book. . Don't waste time applying to
families who live within two or three
blocks of the church. They won't give
anything. New York Weekly.
Popularity of Blond. .
It is interesting to know that an intel
ligent hair dresser claims that blonds
cannot be dose away with; that blonds
are essentially the beauties of civiliza
tion, aud that they cannot be driven
away. He says that the blond can dress
more effectively, and that a well kept
blond has ten years' advantage in the
point of yeuthful looks. You cannot
expunge her in favor- of the brunette
even in literature,- for in the novels
turned out during the- year there have
been 382 blonds to eighty-two brunettes.
Ladies Home Journal.
Kmeily Dintiiiculshed..
He I was jus reading about life on a
cattle wanch.- So interesting, dontcher
know. They brand the little calves so
as to distinguish tkem.
She (coldly) That U- unuecessary in
the east. Life. .
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