, 1875-10-17
GOSSIP FOR, THE LADIES.
Killed at the A1tar.-.sarah and
Her Stockings.
Why She Stopped Her Papsr---An I'm
=. fortunate Comment.
Business Is Business. Women and Dey-
ils.--Unprotected Females on
Railroad Trains,
Miscellaneous Items Of More or Less Inter
est to the Better Half Of HUI
manity.
KILLED AT THE ALTAR,

manity.
KILLED At, THE ALTAR.
Charleston correspondence Atlanta Constitu~
tion: Scene, Charleston. Titne, April %, "a. The
Yankees from time to time threw she'll into the
city and nobody seemed TO mind 1t. Miss Anna
Pickens, the daughter OF one Of our former
Governors, never consented to leave the city
Despite the representation Of Gen. Beauregard,
she remained. braying shells and Greek fire.
tending the wounded, and cheering all with her
presence. Among the wounded officers under
her care was Mr. Andrew de Rochelle, de-
sceudant of one of the poolest Hugeunots OF the
city. This young man Was full Of the lveiest
gratitude for his nurse gratitude gave birth to q
more tender sentiment; his suit Was listened
to; Gov. Pickens gave his consent and
the marriage Was hxed for the sd OF April.
Lieut.. do Rochelle was on duty at Fort
Sumter in the morning. and it WAS determined
that the ceremony should take place at the resi-
dence Of Gen. Bonhan. at 8 O'Clock. At the
moment when the Episcopal clergyman uas ask
ing the bride il she Was ready, shell fell upon
the roof Of the building. penetrated to the room
where the company Was assembled, burst, aud
wounded nine persons: among them Miss Anna
Pickeus The scene that followed Cannot pc de-
scribed. .Ordar being at last 1e-eatablished, the
wounded were removed, with the exception OF
the bride, who lay motonless on the carpet.
Her betrothed leaning and bending over her,
was weeping bitterly, aud trying to stauuch the
blood that flowed from terrible wound under
her left breast. 4 surgeon came and declared
that Miss Pickens could liEe but two hours. We
will not paint the general despair. When
she asked to know her fate. when they hes.tated
to tell her. ANDREW" she said, II beg you to
tell me the truth II must de, can die worthy
of you" The young soldiers tears we're his
answer, and Miss Anna, summonlng all her
strength attempted to smile- Nothing could be
more heart-rendlng than to sec the agonE at
this brave girl struggling in the embrace OF
death and against = mortal pain. Gov. PIckens,
whose courage is known, was almost without
consciousness, and Mrs Pickens looked upon
her child with the dry, haegaru eye OF one
whose reason totters-
Lieut.. do Rochelle was the first to speak.
.sAnna," be cried, Il will die soon. too, but I
would have you no" die my WIFE, There Is yet
time to unite uB."
The young girl did not reply. She WAS too
weak. a slight flush rose for an Instant to her
pale cheek; it could be seen that JOY and pain
we're struggling in her spirit for this mastery:
Lying upon q sofa, With her bridal dress all
stained With blood, her hair disheve!ed, she bad
never been more beautiful. Helpless as she Was
Lieut.. de Rochelle TOOK her hand and requested
the Rev Dr.. Dickinson to proceed with the cere-
mony. When It was time for the dying girl to
say yes, her lips parted several times, but she
could not aEticulale. At last the word was
spoken and slight foam rested upon her liFs
as he proceeded with tue ceremony. An hour
afterwards all Was over. and the bridal chamber
was the chamber Of death
"SARAH."
Outside papers must quit publishing fictitious
items about Detroit (says the Free Press), OF
some one will get hurt. Yesterday afternoon
WOMAN with black belt and a pair Of spectacles
on entered the editorial rooms Of this paper,
holding Chicago daily in har hand. and she
walked up to etoop-shouidered consumptlve
toiler, who had dropped in to SOS New York
exchange, and srim1y asked:
.sWho's Sarah?''
He replied that he had never heard OF her,
7hen she unfolded the paper and pointed 70 the
following:
.'Thefs is IN old woman in Detroit named
Sarah who has worn one pair OF stockings right
along for sixteen weeks"
''fss lie !" said the old lady, :. and you've
got to take it back or-or-I'n-i"
She finished by sliding her band along his
shoulder until her fingers gos hold OF his neck
sI haven't nothing to do With that, " he CUR
gled, as he tried to pull away; "that's Chicago
paper 2 u;. h,,+ -. ia and ran n,ov. :. ;,
II know yon can, madam, il it was meant for
yo1 I don't behave you'd 60 eight weeks
without changing stockings"
mo, nor even six" she exclaimed, pressing
against his ssAdAm's apple !" with her thumb. I
else"
II don't think it means you, " he said. getting
his left eve On the item.
'Yes, it does" she foamed. "Ain't my name
Sarah, and amt oldish and amt q woman
Oh such lies make my blood bile II
A. Well. you want to go for some one in Chica-
go. It has nothing to do with this paper"
:. Hain't eh 1ktow better! You are all
linked in together, aud presume You read that
yesterday and lated and lated and lated, and
thought Sarah Was N old fool !"
II never saw it before"
But Sarah is no fool !" she resumed, tower
ing above him. IS You just mark this. you long
geared graye-stone you: It tha1's another item
in the papers about Sarah you'll never know what
broke your neck !"
And she laid her fist on the table, fourishod it
under his noae, and went out saying:
J" Sixteen weeks Think Of tho baseness Of
Is!
WHY SHE STOPPED HER PAPER.
Brooklyn Argus: She came bouncing through
The sanctum door like cannon bali, and without
pausing to say s'How dye do?" she brought
her umbrella down on the table With mighty
,raeh, and shouted:
II want to stop my paper
"A1l right. madam"
"stop It right OF, too," she persisted, wback-
ng the table again, % for waited long enough |
Tor you to do the square thing"
She quieted down for . moment as We ran our |
iugers down the list Of names, and when we
:eached hers and scratched it ont, she said:
'There; now mebbe you'll do as you'd ought |
20 after this, and not slight a woman jest cause
hes poor. II some rich folks happen to
1ave q little red-headed, bandy-legRed, squtnt- |
syed, wheexy equaller born to them, you put it |
o the skies and make it out an angel; but when |
,oor people have baby you don't say word |
bout it, even il it is the squaresttoed BLACKLIST
haired. biggest-headed, 9oolest little lid that
what's the matter, and that's Why stopped my
oaper."
And she dashed out as rapidly "a she came.
AN UNFORTUNATE COMMENT.
Virginia (Nev.) Chronicle: Last night bIr. |
[oblink had just hung up his hat on the rack,
nd dressed up his countenance in the amiable
nd somewhat concliatory smile with which he |