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The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-03-17
PERSONAL AND lMPERSONAt.

"A correspondent writing from New
York says that there are over fifty VII.
ows in that city who possess individual
fortunes ranging from $1,000. DOC t,
81, 5000. 200.
The late Ex-Governor Washbhrn o.
Massachusetts left an estate valued al
1886, 000. His requests to his family
and Smith College amounted to S22s..
900. and the remainder is to be equally
divided between the Home and Foreign
Missionary societies.
The wife of Senator Beck. of Ken
lucky. is a descendant Of II relative OF
George Washington, and a part of her
estate comprises land surveyed by
Washington for the State of Virginia
when Kentucky was the western
county of that State.
One of the best amateur boxers in
Maine is said to be the pastor Of a lead
ing Congregational Church. lie strips
like a Greek athlete, and keeps his
muscle up by having a punching bag
hanging in his study, and pummcling
it vigorously whenever he is tired Of
mental work.
Mrs. Agnes l.. d'Arcambal, OF
Kalamazoo. Mich, better known rs
'.the prisoners friend" and who has
many friends. is the custodian of the
nucleus of n fund to build II home for
cN-conyicts in Detroit. The first con-
tribnti"n to the fund was by a life
prisoner ut Jackson, vino contributed
one cent, all the money he had. Since
then the subscriptions have grown to
$500. The sum of 81, 900 is needed to
start with.
Colonel George S. Perkins of Nor
witch, Conn, is New England's remark
able centcnarian. He was one hun.
dred years old in August, and is still
treasurer of the Norwich g. Worcester
railroad and performs all the duties
pertaining to the Office. His wife. who
is ninety years Of age, is also an active
and well-preserved old lady. Colonci
Perkins was on Robert Fulton's first
steamboat on its trial trip on the Hud.
son in August, 1907,
William N. Riddle, ex-prcsident OF
the Penn Bank of, Pittsburgh, and now
New York broker, is among the best
close-range shots in America. He is a
pale, slender man, with only one lung.
1t was owing to his invalidism that he
became a crack shot. When not
allowed to walk about he used to sit in
the hospital yard and shoot at Il mark
nearly all day. In this way he became
IN expert. and is said to have defeated
Buffalo Bill in u shooting MATCH
Ha,per's Bazar.
One Of the greatest of women phi
lnnthr0pists, and about whom society
knows little or nothing. is Mrs. Eliza
beth Thompson. of Boston. Her in.
is about $500 0 n year, which
she receives quarterly. and it is said
that she is often penniless before the
end of the quarter. She has no chill
drcn, has no house or home, does not
keep a carriage, never goes to the the
alter, V read but two novels in her
life, and V possessed but one vel
vet dress. She spends her time and
money in charity, and that without
identifying herself with the objects Of
her generosity.
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MISS


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See him sitting reading there,
In his SLEEPY Hollow chair,
Through with passions wear and tear.
Angels mark him for their own,
BY their light, around him thrown,
Till his hair has silver grown,
You may know his blood runs slow,
And he tide OF life is low,
BY the way his pulses go;
BY his trembling, withered hand,
Whitened as the gray beach-sand,
When the tide GIBBS from the strand.
AS a worn out clock will go,
Running down. his heart runs slow,
Wound up four score years or SO.
And his voice, some how, will bring,
Thoughts of instruments that ring
Out OF tune-with broken string.
When his hand the paper takes,
How 1t tremhles, how it shakes,
And Q mournful rustic makes,
Like o leaf with loosened hold
On the Oough, when winds are cold,
And the year is waxing old.
AS he reads those columns through,
In a panoramic view.
Ola rs time, yet ever new,
BE beholds the world go by,
Men whose one great cry is, A."
Rushing, striving, till they die.
Some for riches, some for fame,
Gaining both. 10 leave q NAME,
Losing both, 10 sink in shame.
Children that he used to hold,
Now with their own lives half told,
Move the world, while it grows old.
Then he reads some anne well known,
Ever since he knew his own,
Ready now for deaths white stone.
Here he lays his paper by,
Shakes his head, with half q sigh.
And is mapping, presently.
Cord Bdtis, IN Inter Otedn.
The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-03-17

Il knew you were joking, Mr.. i rdi-
nand," smilingly observed Mrs. Her
rick. on being told by Mr.. Trent that
he had concluded not to marry yet
awhile. As for Miss Morrison-well.
two young people breaihcd a God
bless him!' In concert that night over
. checquc OF generous dimensions.
''proffered," the sender wrote. las u
slight mark OF his appreciation Of 4
faithful SCI vice and of his dies ire for
The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-03-17
Grayely and conrleously did Mr..

Gravelv and courteOusly did Mr.,
Trent bid his fair young secretary
goodnight. himself drawing he1
wraps about her before closing tn,
carriage door. She was used 10 these
nocturnal excursions and had long
ago laughed to scorn his offer of ;
servant to guard her to her resid nee
three miles away. As the vehicle
drove away she laughed softly at the
sight Of her chivalrous young employer
standing bare-headed on the side
walk in The moonlight. Her eyes
closed drcamily as she nestled back
amongst the cushions, and the softly.
murmurcd God bless him. that cs.
capped her lips had a tinge of affection
reverence, almost-in it.
Long anl late that night MI. Trent
sat dreaming in his library. When
the Italian timc-piece on the
mantcl had chimed the hour of
three he had, by method
Of cold. calculating, analytical re-
search, arrived at the unparalleled
discovery that he was in love with his
~amanuonsis.
There was very little reason in it.
Ii came upon him with Il rush. In
comprehensive as it might seem. there
were tears in the lawyers handsome
blue eyes as he gazrd at the swivel
chair so lately occupied by n graceful
figure and upon the desk whereon
some time ago had rested as delicate n
pair of hands as ever Venetian sculptor
fashioned. Mr.. Trent was a mother
less man. 1t had been some years
since he possessed any neal relatives
whatever; and somehow. tonight.
there came before him a pair of gray
eyes and a quiet, earnest face. remem-
bered last at the moment Of a farewell
which was meant for a week, but which
lasted forever. Beside that face the
face If the young girl who had left
HIM seemed 10 hover. 1t was this,
possibly, that caused the reflection
that ever since he had known her had
he remembered Miss Morrison to have
evinccd fruits Of n character other
than graceful, womanly, sweet;
her very voice was in harmony with
the beauty of her face. Contrasting
her with other women of his acduainl-
ancc-womcn occupying Il much more
exalted sphere in lifo- no wao obliged
to confess that, in the matter of ~rcfire-
ment, the latter did not gain by the
contrast.
Mr., Trent did not 90 near his Office
the next day, nor for several days.
His discovery alarmed him. and it Is
to be feared that the association int
he threw himself with his set of
friends did not serve to increase
his respect for himself. His blood
concealed with horror at the bought
Of what they would say among them
could they. by any possible
means. discover his weakness. Marry
stenographer! Great heavens!
Arkuright. the novelist, had
done that very same thing. AMI the
Coon Club. of which he was a mem.
Der. had not done laughing yet. 1t
was horrible. And yet, through all
those three days Of idlensss and total
neglect of business. lhevs ran n chain
II thought very sweet very roseate
md (for an avowcd cynic) very
leretical.
On the morning Of the fifth day Mr.
Trent came down to breakfast look.
ng somewhat pale, little
Searied. but very determined.
his way down TO tho o flee he posi-
lively laughed aloud and asked him.
IL he we're not ashamed Of having
cen such . fool He sighed with
The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-03-17
An Eye to Business.

Sir,' said the sutton, II have com
to ask the hand Of your daughter
"Um! ! don't know whether yoii ar
financially qualified to he my soi.'n
law. How do You get along in you
businessp"
II am sorry to.say that | have bcc'
obliged to make three assignments dur
ing the past five years."
Three timcs! Ilguess you can MARI
my daughter. YOa ought to be pref!
we'll fixed by this, t'tue. -Mercaa1
Traveller.
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cule poetry. and TO disbelieye in the
utility Of any emotion deeper than q
desire TO pass ones time %agreeabIy.
He informed his friends-and he had
many of them, being a companionable
fellow and popular by reason of his
many excellent qualities-that his creed
was made up of two beliefs: One, that
men and women had become so thor
oughly accustomed to shams that they
couldn't now be sincere if they want
ed TO; the other, that the principal
aim and ondoavor of every human be-
ing was to enjoy himself, no matter
how thickly the secret object might be
vcneercd with an outward show of un.
seltishness.
II was, however, an airy, graceful
cynicism, and as unobtrusive as the
wearer of it was personally modest.
H rarely paraded his theories before
his friends, and when de did so his
diatribes were tinged with q wit that
robbed them Of their ~harshness. His
profession probably had something to
do with the molding Of his opinions;
for he was a lawyer. and as such, ac-
customed to view humanity from the
windward side. Possessed Of a paying
practice, young, passably handsome,
unusually inteliigent-for a lawyer
and, on the top Of it all, a bachelor. it
is not 10 be wondered at if Ferdinand
Trent, attorney at law, was a more
than ordinarily popular young man.
On this particular evening, all alone
in his prettily-furnished library,
young Mr.. Trent was not exactly sat
isfied with himself. To a party of
fricnds-youthfnl, careless fellows like
himseIf-whom he had Just dismissed,
he had betrayed the first uneasiness Of
temper they had known him to exhibit
in years. o c of them, a youth for
whom the lawyer had never evinced a
strong degree If attachment. had seen
tit to banter him concerning the good
looks OF his amanuensis. This useful
appondsge to hi. I~ow-o6ie. NJ Trent
had engaged some three months pre-
.iously. a nd discovered in her a vcrita.
bic jewel. He had not liked her al
first. She was far too handsome TO
suit him; he never did like pretty
women. he said, because they were
either as vain as pcacocks or destined
In the natural order of events to be-
come so. But little Miss Morrison
had pleaded so PRETTY for a trial, and
given such complete satisfaction in
the course of hat trial. that he had |
swallowed his preiudices and engaged
her. good looks and all.
He was waiting for her now, having |
requested her to come to his house
that evening TO take some dictation
for transcription the following morn
ing. As he listened for the sound of
wheels he was thinking that he wished
he either had not employed her. or
else that he possessed the ability
TO occasionally forget his dignity
and his principles and punch
young Darnforth's head. Then he fell
to laughing al himself for wasting 50
much thought on Il type writer girl
''who'd probably experience a thrill
ofvanity il she'd overheard the con-
versation," he muttered with n sbud.
der. No, he would never believe that
of her She really did seem TOO sem
eible for that sort Of nonsense.
Hark! Mr. Trcnt's coupe had stop.
ped outside. and Mr.. Trent himself went
10 the door. As he opened 1t he rang
The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-03-17

the happiness and prosperity OF Inv
recipient"
The young ladies' of Mr.. Trent's ac-
quaintance have long ago given him
up as incurrigible. They call him a
confirmed cynic.
HAROLD X. VYNNE.
The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-03-17
A CONFIRMED CYNIC.
How He Became One--A Lawyers
Unsuccessful Wooing.
Written for This Paper.

f1NlCAL? Yes, the
young man was
cynic from the up
permost curl upon
his broad, intel
lectual brow to the
tips of his glossy
feathers. He
affected to scott at
sentiment, to ridi.
San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-03-17

"Hdoe gou his address," he asked slo'c!y.
with look of interrogation. That was
he-yes! And it must be Sybil He said
so, though the girls face was turned
aside, and only shadowy glimpse OF her
profile was discernible.
Who was the artst2 1t must be some
one who had known Sybil, someone who
had witnessed their parting that Christ
mas-tide.
The thoughts and suggestions that
crowded Warrens brain seemed to set it
on fire. When the hands of the clock
were pointing to eleven, Warren had put
on his overcoat and was ready to go out
"Can you tell me- sir" Warren asked
Of the senior partner, "whO is the author
of this design? l have taken a fancy to
it, and would like to know the artists
name"
YES" was the prompt reply, "that is
one of our prize cards. 1t was drawn by
Mr.. Temple"
"Have you his address," he asked
slowly.
- can get it for you" the gentleman
answered "Our cashier has it, but he is
out at present"
"Will you do me the favor of sending it
to me as soon as possible?"
Certainly, sir"
So Warren turned his steps homeward.
1t was evening when a messenger-boy
left at the door card for Lieutenant
Clyde. on which was written, " Francis
Temple. Gillian court, Upstairs"
Il will go tomorrow morning" Warren
murmured. 81 must see him at once"
Meanwhile he arranged that Miss de
Veau should receive, on Christmas morn
ing, basket of flowers, with Lieutenant
Clyde's compliments and best wishes for
a Merry Christmas"
1t was an obscure and odious street in
which he found himself on Christmas
morning, but, in the clear sunlight, he
detected afar off the sign of little gilded
palette, on which the name of Francis
Temple was painted in script letters.
Upstairs he went, and knocked at a
door on which the same name appeared
over the simple word, Studio"
In moment he was admitted by q
white-headed man, who stopped great
deal, and walked with an effort.
II wish to see Mr. Temple"
"What did you say, eh2" the old man
inquired. Excuse me, but / am very deaf. +"
% wishsto see Mr.. Temple" Warren
repeated in louder tone.
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NV LITTLE SalIv's 10 keen her warm"

my little Sally's to keep her warm.
The minister's good, kind wife welcomed
the child heartily, and under their roof
she grew to be healthy and strong and
pretty; her principles were formed, her
faults corrected. She was at sixteen as
fine and well-mannered young girl as
could be seen in years journey.
She loved her adopted father and moth
err and honored them, and she was friend
ly and kind to all. But malice and ig-
norance are never to be trusted. Although
the best people in Henchley called Ruth
lovely girl, the gossips were always
speaking to each other of the fact that
her father was hung, and taught the
story to the younger ones, with the addi-
tional precept that such folks children
never came to good-that the minister
would be sorry some day, and that Ruth
Gedney would not turn out well in the end
Unconscious of this. good Mrs. Martin
often sent the young girl to the low quarter
of the town with glasses Ofjelly or loaves
of nice bread for the poor old women
q little tea and sugar, and with charge
to read chapter before she came back.
Ruth Gedney accomplished her task
but sometimes with repugnance. More
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A CLOUDED LIFE.

They were taking down the gallows In
the jail yard of old Henchley, one gray
October evening. Nobody knew whether
never spoke of her. But he had said, just
before they put the black cap on his head :
May God raise up friend for my little
Ruth Poor little Ruth! And let her
always feel that | die innocent"
The kind-hearted clergyman, going
home across the fields, thought what
sad, bad, cruel world this is, and remem-
bered, too, the dead mans last words.
Poor little Ruth l think I'll stop
and speak to her before go home" he
said. 1.-The child knows nothing of what
has happened to her. but it has happened,
nevertheless.
And with this the good man turned down
certain street, passed certain neglected
cottages, and paused at one near which a
group of slatternly gossips had gathered.
They looked at him as he approached,
He heard from within the house the
voice Of child, lifted in loud sharp cry,
and then the words, "YOu tell story!
in the same voice. In a minute more
little girl, with her bright hair all about
her face, rushed out ofthe door, followed
by woman, who looked half-angry and
half-terriied.
"Such a temperr' she said. "But no
wonder. What can you eXpect?'
ooh, Mr.. Martin, she said papa was a
wicked man a bad man." cried the child.
"She said-I don't know what she did say
about my papa. Has papa done anything
like-like- Oh l know it's wicked
story"
What have you been saying to this
child. Mrs. ChalmerS?" asked the min
lister.
"Well, SIR" said Mrs. Chalmers, "she
shows her temper, and l thought it was
my duty to warn her"
Against temper? Very proper, Mrs.
Chalmers" said the minister. There is
nothing more dangerous"
The woman flushed and was silent.
Tell them my papa is good" cried the
child. "You said you would see him
every day where he had to go and live.
Tell them. Oh, Mr.. Martin, when is papa
coming back?"
my child" said the minister, "your
father will not come back, but you shall
one day go to him. Not yet, but in Gods
time. A little while ago was with him"
He looked around on the group.
ave were alone. He knelt beside me,
and prayed as child might. When We
parted this is what he said:
"'May God raise up friend for my
little Ruth! Poor little Ruth :
"God has answered his prayer. Mrs.
Chalmers, get the childs hat and such
clothes as she may have. I will take her
home with me, and keep her there"
"She ought to be very thankful, I'm
sure, sir" said Mrs. Chalm with avery
red face; for otherwise she has no
kin, she'd go to the poorH Q; and little
Andy shall bring the clotB 70 your house
after her It's not nv of a parcel
though have cut up tV hole gowns to
make her aprons, and given her a cape Of
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"Wait a moment" the old man said
with childish trepidation. my grand
daughter will see you"
At that instant a side door opened, and
a lady entered the room.
1t seemed to Warren Clyde that the
gates of heaven had Enclosed, for it was
Sybil Vincy who stood before him.
For moment they stood gazing at each
other In speechless establishment, then
with one bound Warren reached her side.
"At last, my love. at last!' he cried
exultantly, and clasped her to his heart.
"Warren-Warren Clyde! she muir
mered. ais 1t really your"
"Sybil, my darling" he cried, beside
himself with Joy, "where have you been
hiding all these years. Oh, my love, l
have searched for you so long"
~ never knew it" she answered; 81
thought you did not care for me, for how
was to know"
mot care for you" he said passion
ately. "Sybil, have loved you always.
Will you marry me, dearest"
81 made VOW that / never would
marry anyone but you, Warren" she
said simply. But 1 cannot believe this
is really YOU" ,..
Then, in an eager ejaculatory narrative,
he told her the story of the Christmas
card and how it had brought him to her.
Sybil blushed wildly.
This is my grandfather" she said
His name is Francis Temple, and
have made use of his identity to Sc
cure a place in the world. 1t is easier
for man to get work than for a woman
and his work is always better paid. So
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ranks he determined to rise.
After he met Sybil vlncy he wished
that he had not been so rash, for, as a
naval officer, he might have made some
pretensions to her favor, But IL was too
late to repent the step he had taken. He
felt that Sybil loved him, but he would
not bind her even by the slender ties Of
confession, to one whose future was
uncertain.
They had parted with friendly words
nothing more.
During the Rebellion his gallant service
would in the end have secured him an
admiralty, but he had hardly received his
commission as lieutenant ere he was
wounded in an engagement, and was
obliged to retire.
Happily for the disabled young officer,
at this critical juncture, distant relative
bequeathed to him large fortune.
His thoughts at once reverted to Sybil,
whom he hoped now to win for his wife;
but she no longer lived in Hallicote.
With joyous heart he learned that she
had never married; but concerning her
whereabouts he could find ont nothing.
Mr.. Vincy had lost heavily on several
government contracts for vessels, and
before the close Of the war every vestige
of his fortune had been swept away. His
death had followed 1t shortly after.
SYPHILIS mother had been dead for years,
and the young girl was thus left absolutely
alone. After her fathers death she had
gone away from Hallicote-no one knew
whittier.
1t then became Warren's sacred purpose
to find his lost love, and for two years he
had devoted himself to searching for her.
But, as he had not the slightest clue, he
was baffled in every attempt, and had
gradually been forced to relinquish the
sweetest dream of his life.
He was thirty-five years old now, and
was still 1.-the young lieutenant in soci-
ETY.. Sybil was to him as one of the dead,
and his love was such bootless passion
that he hoped to forget 1t in a brilliant
neutrality-suspicious. with Miss de veau.
All these things came floating back tt
Warren on the wings Of memory as h,
held the Christmas card before him.
1t had been just at this time that ht
had parted last from Sybil. How we'll he
remembered the day and circumstance
She had been in the little Hallicote
chapel where he had been sent to find her.
1t was a bright winter day, and she was
busy preparing for the Christmas service
She had told him that she was to super.
intend the decorations, and when he went
to say goodbye to her, he had taken with
him wreath of red-berried holly, wrought
with his own hand.
The scene was reproduced on the card
Miss de Veau had sent him.
There was the tall window Of stained
glass, through which the rainbow-colored
light fell on SYPHILIS beautiful hair, and the
white fiuted columns of the altar. There
was the marbled font. with its seasonable
decorations, the pile Of evergreens at
SYPHILIS feet, and he standing before her
in his sailor clothes, holding up the cross
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THE CHRISTMAS CARD.

k~"I will take this one" said Gertrude
de- yeau. when she had made her selection
from a pile of Christmas cards on the
counter. Don't you think it is pretty,
Aunt Julia"
Every pretty" was Mrs. Horizons an
'swer. to which she added, land very
suggestive" ,,ooa,r
suegestive?' Gertrude asked somewhat
anxiously, for she meant to send the card
to Warren Clyde.
"Not at all p Mrs. Horton answered.
eft will be just the thing. 1 declare, II
this young sailor doesn't look for all the
world like the Lieutenant
doesn't he? I saw that the moment
I looked at the card. You can't see the
girls face very well, but -,
"There's where the suggestion lies
said Mrs. Horton with significant smile.
"That is happy thought, my dear; 1
hope you won't let him slip through your
fingers, for he is decidedly the best catch
of the season."
.'"I should say so !" Miss Gertrude an
swered warmly; she is rich as can be,
and nice In every particulars beau ideal,
In fact"
"You must manage it, my DEAR said
Mrs. Horton with emphasis.
~ don't think we are far from happy
denouement," Miss Gertrude said, laugh
ingly. 81 have an eye to the main
chance, Aunt Julia"
81 am glad you are so sensible, was
Mrs. Horizons reply, as they left the store
together. "There are so few girls who
appreciate the Importance OF such con-
siderations. o
=. The day before Christmas Warren Clyde