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TEnMs:-rc,je, AN jjEpENDENT FAMILY NEWSPAPER. ' 7alZlT -rQm VII. New Bloomfleltl, J?rt.9 Tuesday, Vii'il 8, 1873. . IV o. 14. 18 PUIll.tSIlEO EVBKT TUESDAY MOIUIIJiO, BY FRANK MORTIMER & CO., At New Bloomllcltl, Terry Co., Ta. BoliiR provided with Steam Towor, and large Cylinder and Job-Presses, we are prepared to do nil kinds of Job-l'rlntlng 111 good style and at Low Prices. ADVEIITISIXG KATK9I 7anin 8 Cents per lino for one Insertion 13 " " two Insertions 15 "three Insertions Business Notices in Local Column 10 Cents per line. TOFor longer yearly adv'ts terms will be given upon application. A Woman's Sacrifice. CONCLUDED. BUT, unknown to Georgie, Miss Hath erton was bogiuning to bo extremely annoyed about the growing intimacy with Cecil, and ono eveuing it bbowed itself plainly to Georgie's quick eyes. Evory Saturdiiy evening was a reception night at the school, and on one of these occasions an uncle of Georgie's was present. He was an officer, whose name was just then in every one's mouth for gallant-service on sea, and Georgia invited him to call upon Miss Hatheiton, knowing how much pleas ure it would afford her, not only in the present call, but the future opportunity for mentioning, incidentally, " My friend Ad miral Cleveland." Now the admiral was a widower, and very gallant, withal, and in her michicvous enjoyment at Miss Hathcr ton's delight with his flattery, Goorgie for a while forgot to notice that Cecil was not in the parlor. When she discovered lior absence she flew up to the schoolroom, and there sat Cecil, surrounded by the usual Hock. " I couldn't imagino whoro you were," said Georgie ; "prayconio tlowu and let me present my uncle to you." Cecil's lip trembled a little as she an swered: " You are very, very kind, but indeed it is best that I should stay here. Miss Hath eiton docs not like to havo her vtndcr toachers brought into notice." " Abominable 1" said Gooigio. "No, only her ' duty to society,' " said Cecil, archly. Gcorgio stood reflecting, and then said, warmly t ' " As to-morrow is Saturday, will you make ono of our party to the opera ? My jinclo has taken a box for me." Cecil accepted, feeling keenly the deli cate salvo to her wounded pride, but from that day both girls wore conscious of hav ing roused the bitterest spite against them selves that Miss Hathei ton was capable of feeling. She made it felt in many petty ways, but her tyranny was exerted chiefly for Cecil's benefit, lis she stood in whole some awe of Georgie's cool tongue, and Goorgio's "position in society." To get into that select and aristocratic circle to be recoived by tho Evelyns what would not Miss llathorton havo bartered in ex change for that privilege ? One evening, as Gooigio sat singing at the piano, in her own room, Cecil knocked at the door. "O, do come in ! I'm so glad to see you!" said Georgie. " Is study hour over V" "Yes, and I came to hear you sing What was that last song ?" " A little Italian romanza; but sit down and lot me sing you ballads, my dear, sweet ballads." That was a charming hour to Cecil, for Georgie's voieo was wonderfully pathetic, and she sang exquisitely. Old memories, old associations crept over Cecil, until at last slio burst into tears. Goorgie sprang . up in dismay and essayed to comfort her. "Miss Dare Cecil dear, sweet Cecil, what is the matter?" A report at the door made them both start. " What is it ?" asked Georgia, oponing the door, and carefully interposing her person between the servant and Cecil. "A gentleman for madamosclle,' said Fanchon. Georgie glanced at the card,' and turned to Cecil with heightened color., " T must go down, dear, and I am so sorry, for I want to comfort you. Will yoi stay here, sit by my fire and amuse your self with my books and musio until Ire turn ? I wont be long." Cecil looked up and kissed the sweet face; words were beyond her just then,' I and Goorgie flow about and made a hasty toilet. Loft alone, Cecil sat weeping for some moments, and then the passion spent itself, but loft an aching pain, behind. She tried to busy herself with a book, but her thoughts wandered so much that at last, with an impatient gesture, she laid it aside. As she did so, the book struck something that fell to tho ground with a rattling noise. With an exclamation of dismay Cecil stooped to pick up the locket, sot in diamonds, which Goorgie gonorally wore, and, as she took it in her band, looking to see if it were injured, Bhe saw that it had flown open ; and involuntarily, without thinking what she did, she glanced at tho picture. Fatal curiosity ! for, smiling up at hor, with tho frank loving eyes of old, was the face of Percio Lennox ! Cecil did not faint or scream, but she closed the spriug, laid down the locket, and walked out of the room as if she had been half stunned. After this incident a strango chango camo over Cecil. Georgie and she were much together; she could not but love the friend whose keen wit and ready tongue often stood betweeu her and much un pleasantness. But Cecil grow paler as tho days went on, and began to have a hacking cough that troubled Georgie, and niado her glad that tho school holidays were ap proaching. Coming along tho hall ono evening, Goorgio encountered Cecil, and stopped her by throwing her arm around her waist. " Whcro do you think I've been to-day?" said she, in a whisper, for the girls were constantly passing, and she did not want them to heat1. , " At tho Maxwells, and thero I met your mother. Cecil, don't dare begin with 'no,' but I have a lovely plan, to which your mothor consents; to take you back with mo to Boston for the holidays." "O, how kind I Dear Georgie, I should love to go, but " A sly catlike footfall checked the words on Cecil's lips as Miss Hathei ton passed them. Whispering in the halls, as you cannot bo in each other's rooms ! Breaking my rules, Miss Evelyn." Tho voico was even more insolent than the words. 'This is too much," said Georgio, angri ly, "but it's my battlo, Cecil, so dou t troublo Yourself about it." And having stayed long enough to get a faint assent to her invitation, Goorgie walked straight down to that lady's room. Miss Hathcrton," said sho calmly, " I came down to ask you what you meaut by your very extraordinary remark just now." My ' rules are that thero shall be no talking in the halls, and my duty towards my houseful of children obligcB mo to as. sort that they 7tall bo obeyed," snapped out tho answer. " What a martyr you are to duty, Miss Hatheiton ! It's really quite a study with you, is it not? But, allow mo to remind you that I am in no way under your 'rules,' having nothing to do with your school, your scholars, or even your duty towards thom ! I regret to have any unpleasant words with you, but I really cannot permit you to call me to account in this way." "And Miss Dare, your charming toady.' "Miss Dare is a lady," said Goorgio, be trayed into a haughty emphasis of the word, "and I do not -intend to bring hor name into this matter. I bog your pardon for interrupting you, Miss Hatherton, but having always been accustomed to exercise my own judgment in my choice of friends. I decline any interference in this instance.' A moment's pause, during which Miss Hatheiton eyed her with concentrated venum ; then a smile broke over Georgie' face. " We will not quarrel," she said", calmly. " You perceive that you made mistako, and of course 'shall think, no more about it. And if you come to Boston as you say you think of doing before New Years, I am sure that you are too kind hearted not to be glad to see Miss Dare en joying himself with me in Beacon Street, Artful little Georgie 1 Enraged or not, what wat the poor bullied griflin to do ex cept swallow the unwelcome Intelligence with a semblance of amiability, if she hoped for on y future attention from the house of Evelyn? Two weeks after, when Georgie (as she gleefully expressed it) bad " shaken the dust of the Hatherton mansion" off her little feet, Cecil and she arrived in Boston late one afternoon. "Mamma returned, Holmes?" asked she, of the grave butler at the door. "No, Miss Georgio ; Mrs. Evelyn and1 " No matter," said she, hastiry. " Cecil, we can amuse ourselves till my stepmother comes home. Up ono flight more ; there, isn't this a pretty room?" ' How lovely 1" said Cecil, sinking down in the easy chair, and feeling as if school- life and " the griffin" were very far distant. It was a pretty room, with its rose-colored drapery and tinted walls hung with pic tures, one of which, a spirited likeness of Percie Lennox, attracted. Cecil's gaze. A pain darted through her heart, and the question she began to ask Georgie died on her lips, as she thought, " Why cannot I be brave enough to ask one question and end all this mystery ?" Georgie loft Cecil for a whilo, and upon her return announced that she had a shock ing headache, and therefore would order tea in her room. It was a cozy meal, as they sat before the bright fire, and Georgie was delighted to find that her friend looked almost happy among her new surroundings. " What a bore 1" said Georgie, dismally, as Holmes came in with a card just as tea was over ; " I forgot to say wo were en gaged. What shall I do?" " 1 might go down as proxy," said Cecil, laughing, " except that I don't know your friend." Georgie colored uneasily. " Then he fibbed," said she, laughing to cover her slight embarrassment. " You did not see the card, Cecil ; it's Clivo Harold." Cecil started. "I do know Mr. Harold, but ho is not a person whom I care to meet." "Very well ; Holmes, just say " But a gesture from Cecil stopped her. A sudden thought had struck tho girl, an unaccountable desire to see the man who had so injured her, which afterwards seem ed to her liko an inspiration. "I've changed my mind ; if you do not feel well 1 will be the bearer of your ex cuses." Georgio looked more relieved than the occasion seomed to warrant, though she begged Cecil not to go unless she really felt like it. But as soon as Cecil left hor, Georgio gave a very triumphant chuckle. "I wonder what my prisoner is doing? Poor Percio 1 I must run down and let him out of tho house while she is away. Cer tainly, the most unlucky chances always befall mo ; who could have foreseen that the dear fellow would get back from Eu- rope just at the very hour of our arrival? I nevcr'will undertake to manage a love- aflair again 1" From which it will be seen that Miss Goorgie was only a sad naughty plotter in disguise I Unconscious of all this, and that tricky fato was preparing another trial for her, Cecil followed Holmes down stairs. Har old was bending over a line engraving, and did not hear Iter light step until sho stood almost at his side. . Expecting to see Goor gie, he looked up with a merry smile, to meet the eyes whose grave reproach had haunted him ever since that stormy inter view on the sands of Waehahassot. " Cecil ! and how changed !" burst from his lips as he started up. - " It is some months since we havo met, Mr. Harold," sho said, gravely, "and have not bceu well this winter. I do not wonder that you find me altered ; I can see it in the mirror myself." " I nevor hoped to have the pleasure of seeing you hore," he said, recovering him self. " I did not know that Miss Goorgie and you were friends. How do you Hud Mrs. Evelyn ?" "I have not met her ; she Is absent from home." "Not met her?" he said, 'surprisedly. " You used to be a great admror of hers, What 1" answering her puzzled face ; " it is not possiblo that you are not aware that the present Mrs. Evelyn was formerly Mrs, Lennox ?" Her shocked start and change of counte nance convinced him how ignorant she was of the fact. Like a flash many mysterious acts of Georgie's came back to her mind the locket Percie her stepmother. " What can you think of me she cried passionately. " I did not know where I was coming ; in my seclusion I never even heard of Mrs. Lennox's second marriage And Percie is away for Heaven's sake, do not think I mean to break my word !' He looked at her remorsefully ; looked at the sad pale face, until tears dimmed tho eyes of that bold bad man. " I would not have believed that so noble a woman breathed on earth as you are, Ce cil Dare I How did you ever come to let me see you thus ? Did you think even my heart proof against your lovely wau face?1 Too amazed to answer him, Cecil only fixed her large eyes on him in wonderment His features worked conclusively ; he seized her hand and kissed it with remorseful tendorness. " You have now your last and greatest victory ; you have conquered mt I Cecil, did a thought nevor cross your mind that the lying and forging might have had anoth er author than Percie Lennox, or that dis grace might fall on other heads than his ? I loved you better than my own soul, and I stooped to sin for your sake. But you nearly baffled me, Cocil ; if you had been an ordinary girl you would have done so. Had you chosen, instead of bearing tho weight of sacrifice yourself, to take the other course with which you threatened me that day had you gone to Percie with the base tale I told you he could havo proved to you that I swore falsely, and forced the lie down my throat. They wore forgories, Cecil, but done by my hand, and planned by my traitor's head to plunge a dagger into tuo truest, bravest heart that ever throbbed in a Woman's breast ?" " Then may God forgivo you, Give Har old ; you traitor, who traded upon a wo man's purest feelings !" An iron grasp clutched Harold's throat, tall grand form that thoy knew well towered above them, and Percio Lennox's beautiful face was darkened by rage as he flung himself betweeu the, speakers. A cry, so full of love and joy that it thrilled Georgie's listening car, broke from Cecil : " Percio 1 Percie ! O my darling, forgive mo and him I" Clivo was no coward. Ho freed himself by a sudden spring, and spoko : ' I'll meet you whon you wish, Lennox It will never be aught but mortal hate bo- tween us two." " Percie," the low tender voico said, "he is not all bad ; for my sake, let this miser able matter go no further. For my yoars of pain I freely forgive him, since he, of his own free will, confessed the bitter wrong he had done you. Mr. Harold, I can take your hand now with more respect than I have ever done ; in the happiness you have given me to-night, tho past is fully at toned." A tear, hot and burning fell on her hand, and with that last spoken tribute of her womanhood, with bowed head and quiver ing lips, Clivo Harold loft her, lot us hope, a better, humbler man. Shall I go further, and try to paint the radiant happiness that tho New Year brought for my lovely Cocil, the deep sub duod joy of Percie over his recovered treas ure, Flora's malicious glee, and Goorgio's delight at having imprisoned hor step brother where he had heard both his ac cusation and vindication? Porcie had come home by Georgie's suggestion, to make one last effort to clear up the mys tery ; but she hod implored him not to present himself before Cecil until she bad sounded the ground for him. And she was about undertaking that hazardous opera- tin when Mr. Harold's card interrupted them. , rercie and (jecu were married very quiotly one February morning, at the Max wells', and among the guests' assembled to grace the occasion, Cecil insisted upon hav ing the redoubtable " griflin," who, docked with smiles, and looking handsomer than ever, fair and false as usual, was endeavor ing to atone for past mistakes. Cecil for gave her, but I doubt whether Georgie ever did, for as Mr. and Mrs. Lennox stood on tho dock of tho Cunard steamer the next day, just before she bado them a loving good-by, Georgie announced her intention of going back to keep Miss Hatherton in ordor for the next mouth I I can bring myself down to a proper Christian dogree of forgiveness toward Mr. Harold," said she, with a gay little luugh, " but as for the ' griflin,' I chorish a grudge against her still for Cecil's sake. Never mind; I'll bo even with her yet I" " I haven't a doubt of it," said Percie, saucily. " You needn't laugh ; I'll write a novel and introduce her in it, or you'll find a sketch of her, some day, waudoring around in some of the magazines. Fine material there, and plenty of room for incidental touohes I" Aud she haB kept her word 1 Ballon' i Magazine. A Mountain of Coal. A coal mine has been discovered in Wash ington Territory, on Cedar river, about eighteen mllos from Elliott Bay, and a charter for a narrow-guage road has been obtained from the mine to the bay. The stratum of coal passes through a high mountain, and by actual measurement is thirteen feet thick ; it is estimated that 2,800,000 tons of coal can' be taken from the mine without sinking or pumping. How a Quakeress Stopped Borrowing. An old Quaker lady, another neighbor, - who had endured borrowing for a long time patiently, hit upon a very philosoph ical mode of eventually putting a stop to the nuisance. Kocping her own counsel, tho next time her good man went to town he had a separate and express order to purchase a pound of the best tea and also a new canister to put it In. As he knew she already had plenty of tea, and also a canister, he was puzzled to dotermine what the old lady wanted of more tea and a new canister, but his questioning and reasonings elicited nothing more than a repetition of the order. "Jim, did I not tell thee to get me a pound of the best tea and a new canister ? Now go along and do as I bid thee." And go along lie did, and when he came home at night the tea and new canister were his companions The old lady took them from him with an amused expression on her usual placid features, and depositing the tea in the canister set it in on a shelf for a Bpecial use. It had not long to wait, for tho borrowing neighbor had frequent uso for tho aromatic herb. The good old lady loaned generously, emptying back in tho canister any remittance of borrowed teas which the neighbor's conscience in clined her to make. Time went on, and after something less than tho hundredth timo of borrowing, the neighbor again ap peared for "just another drawing of tea," when the ' oft-visited tea - canister was brought out and found to be empty and tho old lady and obliging neighbor was just ono pound of. tea poorer than when sho bought tho now canister, which now only remained to tell the story. Then sho mado a little chutacteristio speech, perhaps the first in hor life; she said : "Thou secst that empty canister, I filled it for theo with a pound of my best tea, and have lent it all to thee in driblets, and put iuto it all that thou hast sent mo in return, and none hut thyself hath taken therefrom or added unto it and now thou secst it empty ; there fore I will say to thee, thou hast borrowed thyself out, and I can lend the no more !" Horses In Battle. Army horses, generally speaking, were a knowing set, although many of them wore perverse and vicious, and in their general conduct were specimens of anima ted ugliness on four legs. The boys had a theory that all tho kicking, biting and baulky horses were sent to the army. But a majority of these soon yielded to discipline and the trooper and his horse soon frozo to each other. The horso followed his master, came at his call, obeyed signs as well as words, and at times warned his rider of dangor. Horses learned the bugle calls readily as well ns their places, and to start the horses it was only necessary to sound foed or water call. Inaction many horses would about face, turn right or left, halt,"1 move forward, etc., at the bugle call with out word or sign from the riders. Coming off Chancellors villo battlo field the Captain of a battery dismounted to look after a dis abled gun, the remainder of the battory passing on. His horse broke loose, joined the column, took his plaoe at the head and would allow no one to approach him, until two or three miles had been traveled. ' T'le concussions of tho artillery discharges ef fected the hearing of horses as it did that of men. Ofton the ears would lop down instead of standing erect, making so much change in the appearance of a horse, that his rider would hardly recognize him. Tired men moved much better under the influence of musio, aud horses worked better under tho buglo. On one occasion the guns of Cuptain Paddy II. 's battery were stuck in the mud of the bad roads. Everything had been done to make the' horses pull through, but they could not do it. At last Captain Paddy turned in des peration and shouted, "Sergeant, Sergeant, have the bugle sound for the forward call, they'll fetch 'ora thou." And so they did. Dean Richmond's Little Joke. Apropos of fairs, and their frequently very questionable dovlees for raising mon ey, we copy the following story from an exchange : " A minister of a Western town was onoe accosted at a fair of his church, where some of these expedients were in full blast, by no less a person than the well-known Dean Richmond, in this fashion : ' Dominie, I don't exactly under stand all your games borp, but I would like to help the causo along. If you've ;io ob jection, I'd like to go into oue of these side rooms and try a game of poker with 'you tho winnings to go to the church anyway.' The parson squirmed a little, but the church game of ' blanks and prizes disappeared from that branch of Zion forthwith."