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Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23
NUMBER Is
THE DEsurANTe.

Mrs Marie Nevins Bull is said to have
exquisite taste in all matters Of decoration.
Mrs. Mary L. Sproat has been employed
in the probate Office at Taunton. Mass, for
20 years.
Fifty thousand dollars per annum is the
marriage dover Of the young women Of the
Vanderbilt families.
Mrs Bontzon Of Paris, known as .'tha
friend Of the American" has announced
her intention of visiting this country In the
near future.
Mrs. Hicks-Lord has Sevres set that
once belonged to the Empress Eugene. She
also has a set which was given to her byt the
sultan of Turkey.
Mrs. Dunlap Hopkins, founder OF the
New York School Of Design, has recently
made it gift of 20O casts, which were
taken from the originals at the Louvre
Nellie Grant Sartoris has a charming lit
tie house Of her own Ia London. 1t is
bright looking three story and basement
brick, with n vine covered veranda in front.
Miss Hildegarde Hawthorne. a daughter
Of Julian Hawthorne, won prize OF 500
offered by Current Literature for the best
Worlds Fair article Its title is '9The Ara
bian Torture Dance"
Mrs. U. S. Grant, the widow Of General
Grant, is to live i'll the finest residence in
San Diego, Cal, T. s Grant, Jr, having
purchased the Hubbell property as perma-
nent home for his mother and himself
Miss Hope Goddard, who, according to
gossip, may shortly become Mrs. Van Allen,
has eyes which are heavenly shade of
blue, with an expression that changes rap
idly from gay and roguish to grave and
thoughtful
Mrs. Agassiz, Mrs. w. II. Clafiin and Mrs.
l. 4. Talbot have been elected members of
the College club in Boston Any woman
may be made an honorary member Of this
club for recognition of important services
to the cause of collegiate education of
women.
Mrs. Laura Ormiston Chant spoke re-
Gently in Boston on America as Seen
Through an English Womans Eyes" She
assured her hearers that she did not place
herself among theasevere English critics Of
America, but was much pleased with what
she had seen.
Mrs. Nathan Collins Of Teton, Mon,
is well known cattle raiser OF that state.
Recently she shipped three cars Of cattle to
Chicago, and accompanied them, riding in
the freight caboose with the drovers. She
is large woman, with a vigorous voice and
assertive ways.
A Spanish woman. Sonora Eva Camel, de
clares in an interview with Chicago re-
porter: II earnestly believe in equal rights,
and have used voice and pen to advocate
the cause. But if l could speak your Ian
guage 1 would stand before this country
and plead for some rights for men-the
women seem to have them all
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23
CHAPTER XVI

The snow was falling through the black
night. Chelsea square was silent, and
the wind among the line of trees stand
ing sentinel wise came like a tremendous
sigh ascending to u moan. The year
would die ind the new year be born in a
whirling whiteness, winding sheet and
baptismal robe i'll one.
The lights in the lamps hared lone
somely or bent to the rush of the wInd.
Their uncertain flicker fell upon Tom
and sent strange leaping shadows across
his face. He walked as one without pur-
pose and kept close TO the palings. 9
Following his confession had come
Delatole's attacks in the press, each word
an adder bite. he had expected them,
but they drove him mad, and for week
he had been hidden in the neither circles
Of the city. Such week!-a conhagra-
tion in which he had tried to burn every
vestige of honorable manhood left him.
But he had not succeeded. No, for he
was here in this last hour Of the year,
making his indcterminate way for last
look at the peaceful old square he had
OiASO NhOuSh5E ~ oLupAu, ~ AeioJ lUOA III
the walls that had frowned on his fro
ward hopes, perhaps a last word with
Virginia. And then? The rivera sleep
in the snow-an end somehow.
At the tree where the knowledge Of
his love and power first came to him he
paused. His arms were loosely folded
on his breast. His eyes were shadowy
and grieved as those Of beaten animal
thoroughly cowed. -n Eg
Suddenly the shade at Virginia's win
dow was raised, and she stood with her
body pressed against the glass, her hands
arched over her eyes as she peered into
the night. Oh, was she watching for
him? Oh, had she one thought for linn:
With yearning sob Tom made a
movement forward and then retreated.
He could see the whole room. A man
had entered. He Remembered him Us
Virginia's companion at the theater. He
carried bunch of flowers as white as
the snow clinging to his broad shoulders,
and as Virginia went toward him lie
took her hand and gave them to her.
What words was he speaking now?
Tom could see his strong. quivering face,
his moving lips, his submissive yet i'm
passioned attitude
He loved Virginia. Yes, and the en-
chanted whisper of his love seemed. to
steal out to the watcher through the
drifting snow. t.,
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23
CHAPTER. XIV

Virginia, at the door of the box, stood
facing the crowd where Tom had disap-
peared. A shudder shook her from head
to foot. She still seemed looking into a
pair of tormented blue eyes alight with
a shifting fame; the choked, broken ac-
cents of familiar voice were in her ears.
And yet-oh, could it be?-was it real
ly Tom who had stood there? That
gaunt figure and sickly face, the disso-
lutte eyes and coarsened mouth were
like travesty ON the memory cherished
SO tenderly The pity of it!
Her raised arm dropped against the
curtain in the shadow, and she laid her
face upon it, closing her eyes and letting
the slow, heavy tears fall as they would.
A love born of long association is not
an easy thing to kill Virginia's died
hard in that piteous moment, but it died
surely. She scarcely knew it herself, so
keen, so deep was the rush of compass
sion, almost maternal in its intensity,
that took its place.
But gradually as the tears fell and the
throes Of the awakening continued she
saw the truth. The passion that had
held her to the past was like wornout
coil whose strands in the weak places
she had persistently kept mended until
Toms own hand had cut it tonight, leav-
ing in her grasp only handful of worn
out shreds. Tisl o.i Il .: LAS like
something done with and put away for
ever. Weak and morbid natures cling
to a sentiment when the ideal that pro-
jected it is lost. a. proud and virile
heart leaps exultant, free
But there was none of the triumph of
freedom tempering the first acuteness of
Virginia's awakening. She was think
ing of Tom as she had first seen him
years ago. He had stood on the steps of
the chapel that April morning when the
square was glory of white clouds and
young, rustling leaves. The stiff student
cap threw pointed shadow across his
glowing eyes. His gown was pushed
roughly back, one hand deep in his
pocket as he laughed aloud and snapped
his fingers at u little terrier rolling on
the grass, mad in the caress Of the sun
light.
The then and nowl Ages had rolled
between that moment and this one Was
there nothing to be done-no price she
could pay, no sacrifice she could make
to give him back that innocence and
know him again as he was that day?
''Virginiar @
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23
WOODBURY., n j, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1898

10 all that was vie, even While keeping
his eyes fixed upon the beacon that shed
its light in vain for lin-this was tor
ture. Oh, if he coull 60 back! If he
only could like a child go back and be-
gin all over again.
He got up slowly and fumbled among
the glasses on the table until he found
the bottle he wanted-a little wine to
help quench this aching regret, this self
reproach in every heart throbl He
drained the glass thirstily, let his folded
arms rest upon the table and laid his
head upon them. ~
The things of the actual world slipped
away, and his sleep was troubled by
dream.
He was alone. The night sighed around
him, the moon swung in the high, misty
spaces. He felt a sense Of predestina-
ton as he moved along, as if each step
had been ordered by will other than
his own, as If he must walk that rcao
and eventually see what lay ahead in the
mystery of the far, blue shadows.
His vision became clearer, and he saw
himself clad in a long, white gown, made
pilgrim fashion, staff in his hand. The
silver at his feet became the sand of a
beach, and the sweet, monotonous whis-
per stealing through the desolate white
ness the incessant sobbing of the sea.
Yes, he was walking on the very edge of
the fretting waters.
A warm hand slipped into his, and
Virginia walked beside him. Her hair
was unbound. 1t softly lashed her
cheeks, and sometimes he felt its silken
caress. He drew her to him, seeking
her lips. e
''Stay with me, DEAR" he whispered.
''Stay with me now"
He felt the warmth Of her young, red
mouth on his, but her eyes remained
wide and beseeching. She murmured
his name and led him on until they
stood before a building Of austere and
awful structure. 1t seemed to have risen
from the waters. The waves broke in
greenish tongues upon its steps, and
within he saw fallen lamp sputtering
before a ruined shrine. AS they paused
in the shadow of its door they heard the
sound of bare feet whispering upon
stone, and slowly up one staircase and
down another silent multitude poured,
all garbed like Virginia and himself in
the simple vestments Of the antique
world. Many Of bis friends were in the
throng, many of his old classmates; his
enemies, too-Delatole and Dawson. 1t
was a curious thing that those going up
smiled at him, but those returning
poured down and passed him with revil-
ing glances or cold faces turned away.
In silence, with his loves hand cling
ing to his, they joined the ascending
line. Up, up, until his body was weary
and his veins throbbed with pain, and
still beyond were other shadowy stairs
under appalling arches. Faint and bat
ting for breath, they reached the top at
last. A vast hall wrapped in luminous
gloom stretched away into immeasura-
BILE space. From its strange circular
windows they could see the green of the
sea, far, far below, the waves rolling in
with a lanpuorors 1noynmant
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23
Life In InuIa.

Fancy an enormous house rambling
out into series of immense rooms, all
on one floor, piazzas 20 feet deep, i'm
mense chambers, in the middle of which
stand the beds, doors and windows wide
open, the grounds filed with palms, ba-
nanas and ali sorts Of tropical trees, the
song of birds, the chirp of insects every
where, and dazzling sun blazing down
on the Indian ocean in front.
A dozen or more husky Hindoo seiv-
ants, barefooted, dressed in white, with
bright sashes around their waists AID
bright turbans on their heads, are NOV
ing about everywhere, as still as cats,
and with no end of devotion to their lit
tie duties. One of them seems to have
nothing to do but to look after me. He
has worked over my limited wardrobe
till he knows. every shirt and collar bet
ter than do myself.
He is now brushing my hat for the
twentieth time this morning. The life
is luxurious. Quantities of delightful
fruit, cool lounging places with luxuri-
GUS chairs, sumptuous breakfast (or
"tifin," as we call it here), and dinner
table, and no end of kind attention.
am writing in my room on the day be-
fore Christmas, as if it were q rather
hot August morning at home. Century.
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23

Virginia had left her lover, VINO srooa
just behind her. She was again at the
window, still under curved hands look
ing into the darkness, and now he could
plainly see The pity, the tender, search
ing look in the wide, clear eyes.
He was not forgotten. No, no, net
even in tliis first moment Of her new
happiness. 1t was for him her gaze tried
to pierce the deep gloom, for him poor
wanderer- the light burned brightly in
her windoEr, ns if she knew, who knew
him SO well, he might stray back that
night.
He stepped into the deeper shadow,
but his spent heart felt one uuivering
thrill of hope A Atumultuous, anguished
craving to live again swept through him.
If he were worth her remembrance, if
she wanted him back, might he not vet
make something Of the ruins of his
youth-not the marvellous structure he
had once dreamed Of with turrets in the
clouds-yet something something
He covered his face with his crossed
arms, and the bitterest moment of his
life was upon him.
A picture seemed to rise before him,
thrown outward in bold lines upon
misty whiteness. He saw disheartened
miner laying down his spade before
worked out mine which had failed in its
golden promise. Before him into the
west and the falling night stretched
new road, and toward this his face was
set But he looked back once over the
blue prairie, back to the east, farewell
in his eyes. 1t was moments halt-a
little space for dreaming and regret.
TOMS nerveless hands fell down. He
gave a quivering sigh, like man COM
ing up to breathe after the water had
passed over him.
His artistic life was complete in its
terrible inconIpleteness. This was his
moment of transition. Was there new
road for him? Its beginning might lie
in shadow, but did it lead anywhere?
Could he go on? Where? How? He did
not know
But Virginia III the window still
watched for him, and now the chimes
were pealing like mad. Oh, their rise
and fall, their winged cla1nor, their ec-
static repetitions reasoning down his pit
iful hesitatioDl at
He turned his face from where the
river lay and walked eastward through
the falling snow. His heart was bathed
in a strange, warm peace. The chimes
followed him-a silver, celestial voice.
TIE END.
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23

Had Napoleon Entered the English Navy.
When Napoleon was at school at Bri-
enne, The son Of an English peer, who
himself became Lord Wenlock, was his
schoolfellow. One day the little Corsi-
can came to young Lawley and said.
'tLook at this" ~ r ~
He showed him letter written IN re-
markably good English 1t was ad-.
dressed to the British admiralty and
requested permission to enter our navy.
The young Bonaparte said, The diff
Guilty, am afraid, win be my religion.
Lawley said, "You young rascal, i don't
believe that you have any religion at
ALL" Napoleon replied, s'Bnt my family
have; my mothers race, the Ramolini,
are very rigid; should be disinherited
if l showed any signs Of becoming a
heretic." asHS f. aaA
These facts had from one who had
very good means Of knowing. He told
Ue that Bonapartes letter was sent, and
that it still exists in the archives of the
admiralty. | have not searched for it,
for the simple reason that do not wish
SO good u story to become prematurely
public. hope that some one who has
access to the historical documents in that
department may take the trouble to find
it.-Sir William Fraser. .@
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23


and ldid his head upon them.
Tom felt numbness seize him. He
sighed again and again, at length tear
ing away the white folds Of cloth from
his breast in an effort to ease its burn
ing.
"What place is this?' faltered from
his dry lips. NJ
Virginia did not answer. She seemed
stricken dumb with grief.
Before door leading to an inner
chamber an old man stood on guard.
His shoulders were curved as if he had
toiled with the spade. His hairy, labor
twisted hands were crossed upon a staff.
One sentence only left his lips in mo
notonous sing song:
'The Hall of the Sinful Copy"
Tom hesitated before him, Joy welling
in his heart. The simple, trusting, ador-
ing old man was his father Oh, here
he would find love unspeakable
'Father" he whispered, with vehe-
ment tenderness.
But the worn, gentle face took on a
look of hatred it had never worn in life
The gnarled fingers flung his arms away
II sacrificed myself for you Hunger,
despair were my portion many time
that you might be happy, free and some
day great. This I did for you, but you
have poisoned eternity for me, were the
words that left his lips with the fury of
malediction.
Tom could not linger to question or
appeal. The throng pressing behind him
bore him on to the center of the inner
hall, where presence, awful in its aus
terity and grandeur, hung like shadow,
with eyes of fire above parchment ont
spread upon q marble ledge. Around
this the crowd circled, looked and moved
on one by one. ss of
He bent over it eagerly. Here lay the
explanation, the quest of this vast throng.
He looked, and his breath seemed to
cease. Before his eyes lay the stolen play.
1t pages were charred as if it had been
passed through flame. 1t was blotted
with tears and smeared with blood. His
name was written there for all to see,
and far off he still heard his fathers
quavering, husky voice-the voice that
once sang lullabies to him-repeating to
the curious thousands:
"The Hall Of the Sinful Copy"
The dews Of terror for some unknow1
but approaching disaster broke frora
every pore, and he sank to his knees,
drawing Virginia with him.
"Oh, kiss me once, love-" she whisper
ed, her white cheek hard upon his; sswe
must part so soonw
"Don't leave me-" he pleaded. II love
you. To be near you is delight even in
this fearful place. I'll give back the
play. In the light Of truth 1 will stand
unmasked. I'll do it gladly, let them
revile me as they will. Then I'll have
peace and your love, dearer than all
the world"
Oh, her lovely, melting eyes, her kiss
heavy with FAREWELL
'sIt is too late she sighed, and he felt
her lips upon his throat. ''A1l that is
past" And for another moment she
clung to him.
mo, no. We will be happy yet" be
cried in anguish.
But the words were hushed upon his
lips. In some occult W.. nth was
revealed to him. He knew that all the
faces he had looked uPon were those Of
the dead. He too was dead, and Vir-
ginia. Life and earth were gone forever.
Repentance was vain. redemntion inn
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23
DIan.t wish 70 Repeat the nlI..aI.e.

There is certain judge in Chicago
who rather prides himself on his vast
and varied knowledge Of law. The other
day he was compelled to listen to u case
that had been appealed from a justice Of
the peace. The young practitioner who
appeared for the appellant was long and
tedious. He brought in all the elemen-
tary textbooks and quoted the funda-
mental propositions of law. At last the
judge thought it wls time to make an
Effort to hurry him up.
Can't wo assume" he said blaudly,
''that the court knows little law it
salt?'
That's the very mistake made in the
over court, answered the young man.
'Idon' want to let it defeat me twice. ~
Chicago Mail.
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23

A moment t.ilrs ether,
then Virginia was iii his I.. ciinging
to him, and he had kissed her.
A sharp breath Of longing broke from
Tom. To shut out the picture lie tlfned
his face to the wet bark Of the tree,
shuddering and sobbing like a woman.
Virginia another's. He not the slight
est influence III her life ever again fall
en- into darkness, utterly forgotten.
Family the first chimes foated from
the belfry. and he looked up.
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23

There was a new significance in Rich
ard Monklow's touch upon her arm, light
as it was. She felt it in her blood. There
was sudden shyness in her glance. She
drew back, new recognition startling
her, and looked intently at the bronzed
face under the shorn white hair How
composed it was, how earnest and gentlel
"You know who that was" she said; ];
'syou've heard father revile him often
enough" She paused, and again Bit
ing mist swan across her sight. Poor
Tom! His bitterest enemy might pity
him now"
perhaps you would like to follow
him. Would you? If he lives alone,
has no one to help him"--
"What do you mean?' And her burn
ing hand was ON his arm.
He seemed to me on the verge of a
collapse. saw sailor once whose face
wore that look He shot himself. If he
hadn't, think he would have gone mad. :"
She threw out her hands in gesture
Of pain.
"Yes-come. Wecan get his address
at the box Office. If not, / know where
the manager lives. Come. You will 60
with me, won't your"
He made no answer in words, but gaz-
ing down into her questioning eyes
food of fealty poured from his. long,
yearning, inspiring glance of passion
that thrilled her to the core of her trou-
bled soul.
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1893-11-23
CHAPTER XIV

Scarcely 10 minutes later Tom entered
his sitting room. 1t was dark. He hated
the darkness. He wanted light light to
keep the terrors from crowding upon him
IAN invisible, awful horde. He lit the
lamp, staggered to the sinking fire and
fell exhausted into chair. where he sat
with heavily hanging arms and head
fallen forward. His breath came in
spurts, his heart was in his throat, his
wide, circled eyes were sightless, but his
inward vision was the more hideously
acute. Oh, God, the pathos of what he
sawi
One after another he reviewed the
w:ckednesses, the degradations Of his
life. How closely they pressed together
"a series of steps, each one lower, form
ing a stairway and descending into a
gulf! He stood faltering upon the edge
of the last, the darkness hungry for his
soul, the roar of an incoming torrent in
his ears. 9
Tonight he had stood face to face with
Virginia, not with the white memory
which had always followed him, but
with the living woman whose warm,
fragrant lips had surrendered to his kiss
for one ecstatic moment, long, long ago.
Oh, that fervent, remembered kissi Oh,
her deep, mystical eyesl
Those eyes! All, they had read him
through and through, making his blood
leap and shiver! Her power was still
unshaken in his soul--nay. she was in
deed his soul, fer near her he felt and un-
derstood more keenly, and life took ON a
deeper meaning. She was his light, his
breath, his revelation, with power in the
small compass of one glance to save
him meyen from himself.
But she was lost to him. forever. With
the sight of Dawson's face had come the
thought Of what he was--not fit to stand
before her, not fit to touch her hand.
With a cry like an animal strangling
he threw out his arms. Oh. if he could
be better or worsei But to have al
ways seen the good and loved it. and yet
with unstable feet to have drifted away
The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-08-02

A DETRorTER possessed Of the idea
tn It he was q slcuth OF the class in
which Vidocq made his great fame,
went to Chicago, and succeeded in
having his name placed on the list of
Columbian Guards. He was bright
and full Of business. He thought
very we'll of himself, and as result
of all these considerations he was
made detective. This sudden ele-
vation Of tyro to the position OF
full-hedgsd thief-catcher suggested to
the light-flngered gentry that their
ability was being under-estimated by
the management, and they proceeded
70 show just how much Of q "hy cop"
the man from Detroit was. They
robbed him twice iD rapid succession,
and then at rather brief intervals un-
til he really began to wonder whether
he was enough Of detective to keep
his uniform from being stolen off his
person in broad daylight. He has en-.
tirely revised his opinion of himself
as sleuth- hound and is deluging his
friends at home with requests to get
him job as a street-car driver.
The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-08-02
CELERY LEAF DISEASES.

Investigations at the New York State
station by 8. A. Beach and @. E. HUM
show that when sprayed celery is
stripped and ready for market, that
the sprayed plants are no more poison
GUS than the unsprayed. Thus cop
per mixtures Of the usual strength
may be used without fear of poisonous
results. Celery Septoria attacked the
seed as well as the foliage. The ex-
periments indicate that strong Bor-
deaux mixture three pounds copper
sulphate, two pounds lime and twenty
two gallons water) is to be preferred
for celery leaf spot. 1t is recon-
mended that diseased seed be rejected {;
that plants be thoroughly treated with
strong Bordeaux mixture in the seed
bed; that the treatment with Bor-
deaux be continued from transplant
ing time to blanching time if there be
reason to expect attacks Of leaf spot !;
and that the refuse of diseased crop
be not allowed to rot on the ground if
it is expected to grow crop of celery
there the following year.-American
Agriculturist.