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THE I'liOY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY STJ, 18T8. 4 TROY HERALD. WEDNESDAY, JAN. 23. 1873. Wed and Won. 9X KBTT tVtNWOOD. That "listeners never hear any good of themselves" in it proverb that Mar cia Lynn unwillingly llluitrated In Lor own' experience. She had escaped the Inanities of it group of admire cluttered about the lilann and stolen into one ol I he deep 1ay-wlndowe for which l.ako View House- was especially remarkable, where- tho henvy damask curiam concealed hcr.from view. A tall, regal woman, superbly fonnrd, and beautiful at a pout' Idexl, with intense block eyes, blue black hair, and cheeks stained with HUinptuoua. carmlno a woman to liurvel at, to admire, and to love with all your Ucart and soul when you had onco penetrated tho Impalp bio barrier of reserve sho Know so -well how to throw around her. alio eat in tho wlndow-cmbrasuro leaning forward with u lUtless, weary tixpifc.slou upon her loco. Suddenly f-jolslcps drow near, pacing down on the low verandn without, and voices becaiuo audible. "Do you know Mltut Lynn ?" "No," was tho brief auswer, deliv ered very significantly. "I might have known. You have not been hero long enough to make any new acquaintance?" "Just two hours, Lawrence. That is loiitf enough to renew old friend ablps." "Truo, I will ptvsout you. at dm uor." 'Don't troublo yourself. I-beg." Thoro was u sllg.ht exclamation ; then the first musical voloo tlmtlal e-,iokon,,said, In accents of unfeigned surprise:- "What do you moan, Braddon ? Don't you wih lo make Miss Lynn's acquaintance ?" "No," curtly. "Her vanity Ins been fed sufficiently already, I judgo. At any ra'p, her name hus been in tho mouth of every, man with whom I have spoken as yet. Slio must ride roughshod over the lesser beauties ofLakoViow IIuuko." "She does. She's a woman among ten thousand, Bi addon." "Humph !'; 1 have only soon her nt a distance, and am certain tml to like hoi. 1 alwuys detested tiellun. Do talk orsoii'uihlug or sumobody olo, L.iwrcuco."' And the two young liiuu sauutursd on usaln- The color loll Murelu Lynn's cheek for an iiinlmit. Her whllo teeth closed viciously, upon her lull under lip. Turning swlltlv sho r.muo fncu lofaco Willi Lovo Veston, w.ho had stolen unheard to her sido. "What a pity that women have oars in .such a place as this," she said, with a lorco:!,lckly smile. "On that men have tongttos," cried Love, half angrily. "Oil, no !" "It was. too bad of Mr. Draddon .to apeak of you like that." 'I, was sure you heard. But I do not mind it very much." Sho did mind, though, In spite of her brave words. A dull ache told In r how deep the .wound had been whoii sho foutul time to rcalizo it. And tlero was cause why she should fc ko,. .Bt'addous uiirclvss words to li art. Jlut sho kept her own counsel, and hid her much, troubled fuco in the solitude of her own chamber. Two hours later she camo .down atnlrs far her. customary gallop over liills. A viviil-soiiilHt burned in her cheeks again cud her eyes were bright and burning. A. groom , mot horou tin terrace steps. "Ypur-iuarsJins fallen. Inmo of one font, Miss Lynn," he said, .with a troubled couutouance. "Sho.is-uol lit lo bo rlddon.:" Marula bit her lip Impatiently, "There niut be other horso In the staldes. I do nut wts.li.to be deprived of my ride."' "There Is only Thunderbolt,. But no lady ever ridea him." 'Then I will bo tho first to dt so." "But" begau the groom, In a aosred voice. Sot Interrupted blm by in lntfperl- ous gesture. "Saddle Thunderbolt this Instant, if you ploaso. 1 shall rlda hint." That was enough. The groom inn back alter a brief absence load lng a powerful black charger,. which was Impatiently gnawing Its bit. An Instant later Marcla Lyuu dashed down tho road llko mad. Rilph braddou chanced to be out for a walk at that very time, llo hid penetrated through ntimborloss thick ta that bordorod tho lake, and dually emerged Into the high roads, a long distance from tho hotel. Of a sudden tho thundrous thud of hoof-bouts full upon his car. lie lonked down tho road, and haw a sol Itary spot of black from which a pale set litco shouo slar-llko a spot that shot toward him llko a flush of light sing. Uraddon saw it was a runaway. Ho was no coward. Standing like a rock in the mlddlo of tho road, ho awaited for tho flying stood and Its ridor to reach him. Fortunately the rnnd was sandy at thia point, and Thunderbolt's feet burled themselves ut every bound, But ho kept on in his mad career, no in 1 1 to mindful ot the roiu than a though It had been aslnglo thread. Uraddon's nerves wcro or steel, llo caught nt the Hying brldlo. Ills face whitened a llttlo as tho murder ous hoofs beat at his breast. Ho was dragged several yards in tho sand, mid then Thunderbolt came to a stand still, trembling and snorting, hut con qucrcd. Marcla slipped from tho sad dle. "You aro vory brave, Mr. Brad tfott," sho said, tottering toward him. "I cannot llintik you." lie turned and looked at her. "And you aro very foolhardy, Miss I. Vim," he returned, hair angrily. "You should never havo ridden that fiery bcust." "I beg your pardon. I risked no bodj's Hie but my own." "And mine." Tho haughtiness died nut of her face, and sho extended her hand. "True," sho said, in an httmblo tone. "Thunderbolt was frightened by the near discharge of a gun. 'When 1 de cided to ridu him, 1 did not think of involving anybody nlso in my folly." He took l.er hand lu his, looked at it an Instant, thou uttered un excla mation. "You are hurt, Miss Lynn !" "I believo so a little. ."St was try lug to curb Thunderbolt." The duiuty glovu was half filled with blood. 11 r addon lore It oil, ca reused tho lurccralcd lingers pity ingly h moment, then wound his handkerchief about them. "I am very orry," ho loitered, with white Hps. "So am I. Ploaso help mo into tho saddlo again, and 1 will return to the hotel." llo did so. She held out her band aged hand lor the rem. "You cannot have it," he said firmly. "1 shall not trust Thunder bolt or you." Her llo curled m haughty scorn. "As you pleaso, Mr. Uraddon. 1 am not used to being treated llko a child." Thou alio sat still, nntt cold, and voiceless as a tyUtue, whllo Braddi i timed her horsu's head, and walking by his side, prepared lo lend him liomowuid. When they reached the torraco step ho lifted her down, and said, quickly, "1 shall scud a surgeon ta look at your hand." "Don't ironblo yourself, I pray. I havo !rlends enough, without becom ing ludobted to you more than 1 am now" Then sho glided away, leaving him duinhfuundud almost. The girl was a puzale. Why did her taco haunt him so. preslsteutly, llko tho ui'ittiry of a half-forgolteii dream? Had he ever seen her be fore? Then h!;. thoughts ..wont far back Into the past, when he. was a lad of eighteen, awl hud known a girl in pinafores who had u face that-inlgtit havo developed Into such marvelous loveliness. "Ps-haw:". he mutterod at last.- "14 can't ba . her I ' SUo la deadMong since t: Ifem fool for. counseling .tho He did not see Marcla again for two days. Then sho made herap pearanee In tho parlors, shining among tho other beauties like a dia mond dropped among tho globules of worthless glass. Some subtle msgnetlsm tfrow htm to her sido. , He could not resist it. Vain, heartless coquotto or not, In n Inglo.hour sho had woven a spell such as he could not shako oQ with all his strength of will. Marola's moods wcro exceedingly variable. For a few days she encour aged him. Tnon, of a suddou, with out any apparent cause, sho wrapped herself In a montlo of icy reserve, and lavished all her smiles upon Law rence. Braddon grew savage under audi treatment. It brought his real pur pose to tho surfaco at onco. His na ture was not ono that can brook tri fling. He met Marcla in otio of tho pas sages otio morning. It wns a rare thing now fnr him to havo an oppor tunity to apeak a? word to her pri vately. Hu meant to take thojadvon tngu of this one chance sho had thrown in bis way. lib stopped her. "Miss Lynn, 1 wish to speak a word with you." A sudden wavo of color a wept over her face, leaving her very pnle. "I havo no tliuo to listen," sho said coldly. "You shall listen ! I will know your Intentions. Are you a heartless flirt, or do you intend lo marry Geo. Ltvviencc ?" "I cuuunt tell you. Mr. Lawrence Iiiib never asked me to marry him." The answer struck Braddon dumb. lie leaned against tho wall and stared at her. And while ho stood and stared, Marcla slipped past him, thus making good her escape A lew more days wore on, days of uncertainty and agony to Braddon, who found, when it was too late, that his whole heart was wrapped up In Ibis queenly woman whom hu had affected to scorn at first. Finally nu end csme. Ho caught tho flutter of her light drapery lu Hie garden ouo day, and knowing she was thoro. alone, ran down to meet her. Slio was sitting In a grapo artior, to which tlieio was but ouo entrance. When Braddon' haiidsomo figure filled this, anil his shudow fell ui her feet, she looked up with darkening eyes and parted lips. "Now you shall hear mo!" llo cried impetuously. "I lovo you lo mad iicrs, and you know it. It is cruel to trifle with me." Marcla rose slowly and confronted hi in. Stop!" sho cried, sternly. "Be fore you say nnolherword, auswer me one question. Aro youjiot al ready a married man?" His face flushed purplo. "I tons married," ho stammorcd, at ast, "hut my wlfn Is dead. I urn free to bestow my afl'uctioua whero I will." "Aro you sure ?" her red Hp curl ing. "I thought I was. Let mo tell you all about it, allien you seem to know. "Go on," sho suid, lu her mot loy manner. "When n boy of eighteen I mnrrlod a child of fifteen. You can puoss the sort of match It must have leen. There was property at the bottom of It. Our parents arranged the whole shameful affair, and we were puppots In their hands. There wua not a .par- lido or love on either side" "Ves, yes. 1 "I havo not soon my eluld bride luce the wedding day. I went away to college, and since thou have been a rover. But I was told that she died of fever threo years ago." "It was a He I" said Marcla sternly. Your wlfo still livos." Braddon staggered backward as It he had boon struck. "Good God 1" he groaned, "I never suspected that ! Oh, what a wretch I would havo made of.mysef j"; "l nave not. torn you-. rpi went,oii, Ju a cold, hard MUMfWA iiamo la.BQi.ijy'.iiii ins 1 1 am the cblldnyoB as a ".Yea. 1 knew you wero coming to this place. I camo here on purpose to moat you. I have done so I have won your lovo and now I east It off as something uttterly worthies. I I have made you sutler at you drd mo years ago, for you were mistaken in thinking that I did not caro lor you then. But now I hate and leatho you I" He slunk groaning away. The measure of her revenge was com plete, and so she fcit as she went gliding over the lawn to the hotel. 'Lou Weston met her two hours later. "Mr. Draduou has gone," said Lou abruptly. Marcla caught her breath sharply. "Gone!" she echoed. "Yes. They say he Intends to leave for Europo by the first steamer. 'I hero must bo so mo causo for hi sudden resolution." Thou she shot Marcla a swift gluuci), hut the composed faeo she saw told hor nothing. Some hours wore on. Then Gcorgo Lawruuco cumo to her with a coun tenance whllo as that of the dead. "There has been an accident," he nald, briefly. "The train upon which Braddou took passage ran off the truck. Ho lies at the farm hnoso about twenty mile below, badly wouudod. He has telegraphed for you." Marcla ultorcd no moan. B it on her way to the tallon,to which Law rencu drove her, shoiat while and mute, and tho otio thought that filled her Iium'I was this ; "IfUilph Braddon dies, I am hi murderess." A second train was just making up to go lo the scene of tho disaster. It Nccmed an ago of agony until Mar- ctu stood by Braddon's bodidu in the houso to which he had been curried. "God forgive me!" alio moaned, bending over him, with- her wliolo heart in her face. "Live, Italph, live for my sake ! 1 cannot give you up ! I love you better tliau I thought." Braddou klssod hor hand, and smiled a smile of lucff ihlo poucu. He did live. How could it be oth erwise, siucolovu and happiucF both awuiled him this side of ihegruve. Old 81 on Hell. (Atlanta (Hu.) toiintitution. While they were resting Iruiu work at noon yesterday, Amos ld : "1 heuh'd ur white liiuu readin' in dt paper dls inoriiiu' dut folks wun 'hitliii' whudder ilero wuz euny hell or not !' "Shucks 1" said old SI ; "you'so got dat wrung eeud li'inut, sho!" "No, suh ; dat wuz what .he red in do paper I" Whudder doro wua euny hell?" ropouicd Si. "Yas, suh ; whudder, when rr man give out up hyur hu went tur hell, or Jess dissolved ler dux' iigiu 1" "Looklu heuli ! I don't want no 'spuiu wld iioboddy, but el euny iiimu come fooliu' 'round mu wld thut sor ter Skriptur, he's gwlno to hunh me git up yander inter shoutiu' toues !'' said SI. "Why Is dut?" "IC'iise tuiut gwlno tor do! Yor jess ntnku or nigger blebu dnr alut no hiuhai tor an' nuo what yer comes tur. Ehery seeou' houau'il nu r court house nu' do houes twlxt 'itu'll l.e (ale-houses. Hit's moughty burd lor keep 'um struic now wid do shurill an' hull bof afuru dur eyes !'p "Don you'so on do side ob doUuh an' hrlins'.oiio '" "You'so right honey ! Ef you link you'so gwiuu ler Ivube dls wurld tur play ktiuW'bu'll somewhat', you'so cvroug. liar's er warm plane Jess bo yaut beuli ler do mauigurs ob tie Freedtiiau bank an' chlcklu-litier giurtilly, else 1'se gwiuu ter swap my bimbook ter ur puck ur kyurds," "No air) evor shot hprself Iipcrusr she was In love with Mark Twain." N . 1 . Herald. "Perhaps no girl ever set her cap for him. See the percus sion (" I-oulsvllle Courier-Journal. Tube suro. 1 The Philadelphia Mirror describes Clara .Moxri e "tho aclresa .lbal uuui 1 MllilW'il mil mi arl'j ftavawvra-ruw, aeirH , mat . uuc bat Mtlni Mimorits. That view of Ilia which makes this worltl an arena fnr money-making, and the other view which' makos of heaven a more bank of deposit for treasuros which neither moth nor rust corrupt, and whero thieves do not break through nor steal, -are alike Ignoblo. The highest heaven whlclr wo may hopo to attain when we quit the llfo that now Is, la not above the altitude of our own minds, and the lowest hell Is not deeper than mir' own bosoms. What or where heaven may bo we know not; but there Is un warrant In rovelullon or lu reason for bcllovlngthat It exists for us apart Irom our characters anil capacities. We must take huavon with us if wu wish tofiud It. Imperishable treas ures aro not accumulated to our crodit In a distant locality. To follow the figure, evory man opens his ac count in tho unxtllle with the deposit he takes with him. In this view of it, the biisinoss of making memories Is aboM the most serious in Hie. Nobody yet knows- enough of the lawa ami tho na-turo of Mlml to affirm with confidence thni tho memory is perishable lht tnaiv forgets. He may not reoulleet ho can not say that ho duos not remem ber. A vonnrablo man whom wo knuw, would rupoat some story or Hue, and sny, with his sad, swooo siiillo: "1 havo not. thought of that heloro in sixty years." "The tablets of memory," ho was- wont lo siivr "are of brnss, and the record la Im perishable. Wo think we havo for gotten, until some breath of clroiim stance, ur some touch oMiicident, suit ilniijy removes the dust of years, and thn willing Is plain." Hu went uuou one occasion, n patri arch of 70 years, to visit his mother,, who was stll living, past 90. Shu dld not know I ho man, but she re membered her boy ; rud she would, gaze steadfastly nt him with her mildly boiimlng. fsr liilooking eyes,, and then wulk with feeble step lo the wtckcr-gato w.hcro he had played more liiuu three scoro years l-eforc, and call- sollly, lu the true mother time: "Enoch, !tul, Si's lime lo conn In!" Ami then sho would chide or prulso children tat had been (lend for lllty years, and talk blithely with invisible gucBis, spcukiug names and making allusion lo c ents that wetn all strange to two generations pres ent, but which tho old man recalled -M Irom the dim pant of his own boy hood as those ol their neighbors, unit as relating to her dally IMu so long. ago. The experience of seeing tho dead pest llvu ngoln, as tho while- haired mother bonding under her cen tury ol yearn,talked to her gray-haircil sou, made upon his mind an imprea- kiou ol the deaihlcssuess of Memory, thnl he sougM to convey, as his ripest wisdom and choicest counsel, to tho young and cureless. The aeasou lor memories the holi day lime of tho j ear nd ol the heart Is approaching. Without being its tho least morbid, or in any way too serlous'iulmled, may we uutull profit nbly consider what sort, ol u record Memory is making lor us ? Will our pleasures stand the list of being lived over in tho mind? Are our friendships noble and dee from sell-ishue.-s? Aro wo Hvirg too mil-all oiii-selves, and omitting frointhc-cou-duct ol our lives tho divine rule- of service for others? Aro wo doing good as well as being good ? A iy brliiglng memory is ubovii tho risk of loos, and boyoud tho roHch ol lime. Our soul have truvt-led to us Irom afar. And what we have been makes in wu.it we aro. -Oohltn Jlule. There Is nothing that will tend to make a man forget to ask a bleislu-c . at'thu brcaklaot table quluker than to sltMiti a plate of solt-bulled eggs I li tv. the cook lull on tho chair wueu slio tied hor shoes. Lincoln's life wu:i saddened becuusn the American people had such a uni versal pna!nu lo hold office. Having . the highest offtcu hlmsitlf, he had tho . less control over his feelings.,. General Toombs Is rocnmmondnil , by Alexander 1L Stephens and oilier . Georgians, lo represent their statu . as onu, of i hp huporarv roimi)lsslou- . ers.lo Ilia Paris. exliiblijou. . ; A,pr .buMueiir-Tho pr.UilIng,, 3 i Iaerieu I" . two." m TT If 'Pi. P." ".V