The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1875-11-05

frightened. She was afraid he would be
angry with her for following him, and
the days ride was a slow torture to her.
When she arrived at Vernon it was dusk,
there was crowd gathered at the depot,
seemingly under some strong excitement.
A terrible fear of somethicg, she knew
not what, took possession of her as she
stepped on the platform. She soon found
out what had happened. A man on the
other train, in stepping off, had in his
hurry, caught his foot, and fallen on the
| line. The train was in motion. Oh,
| Nellie, her repentance came too late ="
There was an agony in Aunt Ruth's
voice, which flashed sudden suspicion
across Nellie's mind.
"He had heard that her mother was
very i'll with the smallpox, then raging
in Vernon. He did not wish to pain or
| brighten her with the news till he had
! ascertained the truth of the report.
| This was the reason he refused to let her
accompany him. Tender and forbearing
| to the last; and she-Oh how she had
repaid him!"
And what became of her, auntie ?"
{: She took the disease from which his
care would have guarded her, and for
long weeks lay balancing between life
and death. She prayed for death; but
her prayers were not answered. Some
portion of her former strength came back
to her, but health never. She has never
left her couch since that terrible day;
but in the tender care of his nephew,
who is as like him in disposition as in
form and features, she has found con-
tent"
Nellie knew now whose story she had
been listening to.
"No wonder she loves Norman so
much" said the little wife to herself, as
she wiped her fearful eyes, and stole out
of the room:
" A lady wishes to see you, sir," said
Richards, as he put his head into the
office where Mr.. Wilde sat leaning over
a table covered with papers which were
scattered about in lawyer-like confusion.
Very well, Richards"
And Mr.. Wilde rose, and walked into |
the Office, where little fur-muffed fig |
ure sat awaiting him. As he closed the |
door, Nellie sprang forward to meet him. |
" Nellie! !"
ooh, NOrman!" and she chung to
him, sobbing Forgive me! | will |
never speak to Mrs. May again"
" She is bad women not a fit associ- |
ate for my little artless wife. | know |
this, else had not asked you to give her
up. And you came all this distance in |
the bitter cold to see me about it, my
little Nellie %
And he kissed her fondIy.
Norman, and she chung closer,
sObbing still have suffered so much |
Forgive nae, and we will never part in
anger again.
My own darling, never!"
And they never did. Through the
long and happy years of married life}
which followed, no word of unkindness
or reproach passed the lips of either, and
they often spoke of this happy termina-
ton to their first and last quarrel.
The London Human Hair Market.
For one prime natural product the
emissaries of fashion must go to Mincing
Lane. Judging from the quantities
in which it is imported, this article must
be in considerable demand. The " lot"
with which we are more Immediately
concerned is lying in Cross Lane, and
weighs some five thousand pounds-a
which is-well!- NOT necessary, perhaps,
1t is human hair. The great
bulk of it comes from China, is black as
coal and coarse as COcOa-nut fiber, but of
head has been shOrn to produce those
of two cases (of about four hundred
,1-A nd +n |
about half a crown pound in this
are weighing and feeling the long tresses,
but soon leave them to investigate the
various shades and qualities of one bale
of choice European, worth ten or eleven
times as much as the Chinese. Whence
comes this a.? From Germany mainly
from Russia and France sometimes.
Here lies heap of samples culled from
this valuable bale, with the weights of
each color carefully attached. With
what variety and richness of hues glow
from the deepest brown, through every
shade of ruddy auburn and sunny chest
nut, to the purest gold and fairest flaxen.
What a monument of self-abnegatiOn is
here what picture OF self-sacrifce for
WHICH, NOIIldlI l'tllIo WIFI IASI nan SlAS |
performs an act far more trying than
when she parts with her jewels. That
maid must be poor indeed who parts
with her browning charm for a few shil-
Iings Legends to the contrary not
withstanding, how can she get more than |
a pitiful sum, when a choice bale, after |
passing the hands of the shearer, the |
local mel chant, and the importer, and
paying cost of transports will fetch no
more than seven-and-twentys hillings per
pound? The blonde madchen, whose
superb tresses hold in my hand, did not
| apprehend, get much for them. Per
haps a few forms little enough, accord !
ing to our estimate of money, but yet
sufficient to keep the wolf from her
mothers door for a little space. But
this silllen crown, which brought its
original owner so little must pass through
my hands before it adorns the still hand
some head of Lady Barepoles, who is not
quite the woman she was when Bare
poles became the captive of her bow and
spear in her first season-but is yet a
leader of fashion.-AU the Year Round.
GOLD IN BULK.-Gold is valued at
S146 per cubic inch. At this rate
cubic foot of the precious metal, which