The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1886-06-24

AAc iaiscs straWDerrleS IOr The markets and
sells thousands of plants annually
Last season he sold a barrel of c0llard seed
at 90 cents pound. and this year he will have
three barrels of the seed to SELL
His herd consists of 80 head of cattle-mostly
improved stock. He milks fourteen cows, all
good mixers, and some of them as good as there
is in Leon county.
lie has flock of $50 sheep. Besides the wool
from these he supplies Talahasseeans with
most OF the mutton they consume
One of his barns has not been emptied of hay
for three years, and he never buys pound of
lay.
lie has 200 walnut trees that will come into
"or'n~ in fn" -'~~-- ,a1
WOMAN'~ ATONEMENT.
lie was called to preach in the little
stone church at Bayside, and she sang in
the choir. That was the beginning of it,.
As to how it would end, people held va
rlous opinions, although on one point they
all had agreed. He was sure to fall in
love with her 1t had so long been the
fashion for every body to adore the beau
tiiul Miss Sturtevant, that it was general
ly accepted as fact that no masculine
ten years nearly all the marriagcablc men
of l'ayslde had in turn laid their hearts
at her feet, had gone through brief sea-
son of mad despair AS she refused them,
and then married elsewhere, and learned
as the years went by to look into her love
ly eyes with Indifference All but one.
There was one dark spot in Violet Stur-
tcvant'S life of which she did not love to
think. sydney Kent had seemed to her
only boy, pleasant to have for dcvo,
ted slave, and although she knew he was
madly in love with her, she kept him lit
her side for months, aud when at last he
could no longer keep back the dcclara-
ton of his feelings, she made light of his
love, called it boyish passion. and when
he vowed to end his life, she only laughed
and gave him year to forget her. But
the boy was insane with grief, and with
in an hour from the time he LETT her side.
died by his own hand. This was more of
a shock to her than she cared to own.
She had been cruel and unfccling, but all
through unthoughttulncss Her pride,
however, was great, and she gave n" sign
of sorrow and repentance. His widowed
mother carried his broken heart away
from iavsidr, and the sad occurrence be
came n thing of the past
The shadow ot it never left Nini"t' : H..
Other suitor> came and il WAS strange
that the heart that drew all others To.
ward it, never felt thrill of love As the
old, old story was repeatedly whispered
to her. She enjoyed her power over them
She could not live without trying to win
every heart thrown in her way, but the
sweet unselfishncsS of a true woman'S love
was to her an enigma .
The year preceding the time of which
write had been quiet one for Violet,
compared with the excitement of her
| former life. She had been left alone in
the world with the exception of a maiden
| aunt, who had shared her home Possess
| ed of an abundance of means and a bean
! tiful home, there were not many girls
whose lives were so unfettcrcd and free
| There had been dearth Of young men
i'll the village for sometime, and just as
life was beginning to seem rather tame
and unintcrcstlng, the young minister
came and brought with him Il ripple OF
! excitement into the quiet village, which
had not for twenty years possessed a
young unmarried clergymen.
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The church bells had ceased ringing
and Miss Martha Sturtevant, in her best
silk, was pacing ncrvously up and down
the long veranda, waiting for her niece
The old coach that had carried three gen
crations of Sturtcvants to and from divine
service had been waiting at the gate fol
ten minutes. If there was one thing thi.
amiable spinster disliked it was being lat,
for church but there was something else
on her mind that Increased her nervous
ness.
81 wonder if she will wear her new
dress And yet, what does it matter
She will be the same. Perhaps if could
speak to her little-I wonder if dare =
Just then she heard a light step, and
turning, saw Violet standing in the door
way.
1t was not the new dress-but creamy
nuns yelling made very simply, with cas-
cades of lace around the white throat, and
instead of the new bonnet, with its nod
ding plumcs, was a simple white straw
with clouds of lace-no flowers, no rib
bons; and yet, as Miss Martha looked she
wished she had worn the new dress llel
niece seemed to read her thoughts, anc
laughed a little defantly, as they seateC
themselves and were driven rapidly into
the village.
"You are displcascd aunt, and there il
something you wish to say to me. Pray
be quick about it. James is driving rap
idly?"
Martha, gently, "but there is something
| wished to say. pray You have some
respect for this young mans sacred call
ing. DO not try to gain his love only t'
throw it away"
"You mean the minister | suppose
Any one to hear you would !hink | pos
sessed an evil eye. What if he falls il
love? can't helpit. His sacred calling
will help him to bear his disappointment
if it is to be that. Aunt Martha" sh'
cried passionatcly, "havc no heart,
wonder? Perhaps my hero has come il
the shape of this paragon
"Oh, my dear, | should be 80 happy y
and the old lady's voice trembled will
emotion.
"You are a dear goose, aunte. L
might be wise to wait and see him, befor,
we rave in this manner. If he has res
hair and wears glasses, my simplicity il
W asted."
They reached the church then, an(
Miss Martha went into the broad family