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The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-08-15

Probably no murder trial in the
south has excited more gener-
al interest, than that which has just re-
suited in the conviction and death SEN
tence of Flanagan. 1t would seem, the
more depraved the criminal, and the
more brutal his crime, the greater the
amount of interest in his former life and
future prosperity. Now that the "insan-
lty dodge" is made to do duty for all the
crimes in the calendar, from shopliftng
to murder, it behooYes the tax payer to
rouse himself and investigate the cost of
these lengthy trials with their small army
OF specialists, and the subsequent cost Of
the keep" of a criminal whose insanity
only developed after his law lers had
argued the jury into believing in it 1t
seems odd that a man could mix daily
with people, strangers and friends alike,
and excite no comment as to his behavior
~AS SOSlhCS5 sul6TS Ill no WISE uuUll SOIuG-
thing happens to rouse the temper which
all men and women possess. If he lacks
self control and in fit of jealous rage
murders some one, there would seem to
be too much method in his act for it to
come under the head of insanity. The
truly insane regard all men as their enc
mics, which is sufficient proof of their lack
OF reason. Men of Flanagans ilk desire
to Kill only those who come between him
ana the fullfllmsst of their depraved
--'l1Sifes. If the taxIhyer who objects so
stenousiy and continuously to the expend-
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15

that fresh ones were supplied to replace
the others. When a week had passed, he
turned suddenly upon Jerlyn and
thanked him for his care and the Gift
of the flowers.
Flowers, what flowers?" demanded
Jerlyn, nervously. He was RCfe,
nervous man, who spoke rapidly.
Didn't know you cared for 'em. i
don't. Cabbages are much more to Ny
taste, especially when boiled with bacon
or beef"
Bradnor did not pursue the subject,
but he brooded over it all the more. He
had no acquaintance or friend at the
Springs save Jerlyn, and he was sure
the landlord had not provided them.
He was now able to sit in an easy
chair and the doctor had promised that
within a day or two he might, With the
aid of crutches, leave his room and
mingle with the guests of the hotel.
The following morning he was awake
when Bridget, the chambermaid, en-
tered his room and was surprised to see
her bearing a cluster of fresh roses in
her hands.
Bridget" he said, with firmness,
come here"
The girl, somewhat trepidant ap-
preached his bedside, still holding the
flowers. n
$50 it is you who have been filing
that vase every morning, is itP"r g
''Shure, sor, an so it wor," she replied,
with a courtesy.
Yes, Bridget, now hand me that
pocketbook on the table there. That
is well. Now want you to tell me who
gave you the roses to bring in to me-"
"Howly mither, sor, an that l will
niver be afthcr doin'. Mrs. Travis, the
Teddy, sor, thrittened me l dom know
what av l sid a wurred about her, sor-"
THAT will do, my girl" he said, gen.
tly, as he placed bill in her hands.
Leave the roses here by my side and
go out of the room for little while"
Tin dollars" cried Bridget, after
reaching the hall, AN all because wor
afther refusin' the tillin' av him who
stint them Shure the kind gintleman' s
gone clane delft"
Bradnor seized the cluster eagerly
and let his nostrils drink in their CRATE
full odor. While he did so the memory
of the heavenly voice freshened, and he
seemed to hear it sing over and o7er
again the hymns of the Easter day SER
vice. Then he listened for the dear
words of the flower song: Its the Last
Rose of Summer" In a deep revery he
closed his eyes for several moments,
after which he opened them again, laid
the roses down with profound sigh
and then said, aloud:
Victor Bradnor, you wretch, you are
deeply. desperately and foolishly in
love with human voice, and that voice
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THREW HIM TO THE GROUND.

sion. The friend, whose name was
Jerlyn, ran rapidly down the steps and
hastily leaned over the PROSTATE man,
while the ladies looked anXiously on
from the piazza. Other guests were
quickly attracted to the spot.
MY Cod" cried Jerlyn, looking
upward towards the ladies, after he had
touched the forehead and the wrist of
Bradnor, Il am afraid the dear old fell
low is dreadfully hurt"
A physician was hastily summoned,
but meantime the injured man had been
tenderly borne by strong arms to his
bed chamber. He recovered conscious
ness after some moments and when a
careful examination had been made the
medical man declared that no bones
were broken, but that a badly-sprained
ankle would confine Bradnor to his bed
for many days.
The young, stalwart fellow, with his
six feet of height and broad shoulders,
chafed under the latter sentence. He
did not feel i'll, although the pain was
intense in his ankle. But the doctor
was obdurate, declaring that most seri-
Gus results would be likely to follow
any attempt upon his part to arise from
his bed for a week, at least.
With a groan the man turned his
face away and presently fell asleep,
from the effects of an opiate that had
been, administered in his arm.
The following morning he dozed fit
fully, the effects of the drug not having
worn away. but with the afternoon his
intelligence returned to him. His eyes
ranging over the room he saw upon his
dressing case great cluster of red
roses, and for Il moment he wondered
who had given them to him; but the
thought was an evanescent one. Per-
haps he thought it was an act of Jer-
lyn's. who had spent the greater part
Of the day in his room.
Day after day. however, he observed
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! RED woman. or anything else that be-
longs to her. Victor BradIor?"
Still. though he sneerrd and reproved
himself. ;he voice quickened and sent
cut repeated melodies in the great cham
Der of his thoughts.
White Sulphur Springs was filed with
people from all over the country and
among the throngs was Victor Bradnor,
who had gone thither not so much for
his health as to get away from the heat
of the city and the ennui that at times
oppressed him.
The evening was delightful one in
August, and Bradnor was seated upon
the veranda of his hotel, holding high
converse with an old acquaintance he
had first met at Florence, and, later, at
London.
This friend was languidly telling of
a misadventure he had on a gondola at
Venice, in which a fair Venetian maid
! figured punctuated by an involuntary
bath in the blue waters, when, suddenly,
Bradnor leaned his head to one side
like dog when attentively regarding
his master.
He no longer heard his friend. The
firing of a cannon would not have di-
verted him from the object of his in
| terest.
Again the tender chords of memory
were touched and his big chest heaved
like huge bellows pumped by smith.
The voice of the village church
poured out its richness in a stream of
glory, overwhelming yet inspiring him
| with its refreshing. The woman was
singing the Last Rose of Summer" A
touch of sadness pervaded her voice,
which now and then nearly quivered
with emotion as she declared the soli-
fairness of the flower and the death of
it's fellows. She was singing in the
great hall and the liquid tones poured
through the open windows.
When she had done he sighed heav-
lily. arose and strobe abruptly away
from his friend, who, with mild sur
prise upon his countenance, likewise
stood upon his feet and slowly followed
after Bradnor.
The latter proceeded on his way until
he reached the end of the long piazza,
when he faced about and paused, upon
the very brink of the broad flight of
steps.
Ills friend drew near and was about
to address him, when party of ladies
approached from within and both gen
tlemen moved as if to permit them to
have greater freedom in passing. Brad
nor, in his abstraction, stepped back
ward instead of forward, with the re-
suit that he lost his footing, slipped and
fell heavily, rolling over until he
reached the ground.
Instantly everything was in confu-
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I is the property of a married woman.
Shame upon you'll"
When he was permitted to go down
stairs he inquired for Mrs. Travis. 1t
would be but an act Of propriety and
courtesy to thank her in person for her
Kindness to sick man.
She had gone away the evening be-
fore with her mother.
The deuce take it," he said. regret
fully, lam | never to see her face?"
When next Easter day came Victor
Bradnor was in Rome and with thou
sands of others attended the magnificent
services at St. Peters, where all the
pomp and circumstances of stately
robes, grand professions and artistic
music combined to give emphasis to
this day of days in the calendar. Brad
nor listened pensively to the glory
strains of organ and the rich-toned
voices of the men and boys of the choir.
His thoughts were far out and away in
the UNCOVERED Virginia church, and
he felt that the music of her voice was
| sweeter than that of all the harmonies
which echoed in st. Peters. While the
organ pealcd and voices blended with
it in happy acclaim of Resurrection
day. he thought he could hear her
divine vocalization above them all, soft
and gentle withal as the zephyr at even
tide.
He was glad when the services were
ended. because their suggestions
brought too freshly before him the
recollections of the Easter day of the
previous year. He felt he must go
through life haunted by a voice, the
owner Of which he burst not look upon
even should he chance to meet her, be-
cause she was the wife of another.
| Passing into the outer air, he walked
along nimlessly pursued by the object
OF his love. the voice that continued to
| haunt him. lie was aroused ont of his
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15
A Fresh Impetus Given to the Upward
Aspirations of Mankind.

The passing of the severe season is
the signal for undisguised triumph in
external nature. Sky and sun. and
lsead and crag, are lighted up with
new fire. 1t is the feast of the sun, the
yearly awakening of the myriad sleep
ing beauties-the running of the sap,
the coloring of the leaf and the flower,
the return of life and strength and myr-
lad activities.
Mans Easter is at one with that of
nature and with the Divine who is risen.
The ancient church ranks the resurrec-
ton as the first and primal basis of her
claim. For if He is not risen there is
| no shadow of right in Christianity as
Divine institution. But. on the other
hand, all men are risen with Him. The
world rose very great and strong on
that Easter morning when Love came
back from the tomb with message OF
hope and a proof and assurance of the
faith of the chosen few.
Ever since Easter triumphs have
multiplied. rising is the new order. tx
celsior is the schoolboy's motto. Full
grown ambition sees nothing in the
way of his attaining the greatest honor
or the highest station-except lack of
opportunity and unfavorable circum-
stances The primeval downward in
man comes back now only as an atav-
ism that i'<Out of place ar 4 out of date.
In the aspiring of an ill-Judged pur-
suit of greatness or success, the bad
trait of some long dead ancestor comes
back to pull down, instead of building
up. The general tendency, however, is
upward. We believe fresh impetus
was given to it on the first Easter when
the women waited for Him to come
back-the Light of Hope from the
sightless eyes of death. There is no
more darkness or death, but light and
life.-Collier's Weekly.
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For going on, our life grows gray
In shadow of the passed away;
The things we had. and have not, seem
The fading vision of dream,
Dear voices hushed. dear hands ungrasped
Dear household broken, links unclasped
That late were binding kith and kin;
Such winds of sorrow have swept in
That wide, waste spaces everywhere
Leave empty silence, bleak and bare.
Not now with starry lilies digit
We greet the Casters morning light.
Our lilies bloom beyond the tide
Sweet fields are on that other side,
Here meet we pain and fret and loss,
And heavy weight of rough-hews cross.
When Easter breaks, thank God, we say,
For strength still equal to our day.
For hopes that span the road before
And love that climbs to Heavens door.
TITS much, If but, serene and still,
We can accept the Fathers will,
And comforted, uplift our psalm,
and feel. through tears. the Easter balm.
And now, by every lowly grave,
One tender thought our fond hearts crave,
That He whose outward grave-clotheS lay
Eolded and fair on Easter day
May come so much our own to be
That aye His blessed company
May light like sunshine all our gloom,
And make our Easter lilies bloom
In hearts that join with full accord
The anthems to the risen Lord
Margaret E. Sangster, in Chicago In
terror.
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church, and it recalled tender memories
of The days of his youth.
Following its sound Ge reached the
seditice, which stood in the ntids1 of a
neglected graveyard full of grave.
stones, many of which were fallen or
broken in pieces. Tangles of bush and
brier were on every hand.
Entering the house of worship, which
he found to be already filled, he mod
estly took a seat near the door and I'M
der the gallery of the choir.
The day was Easter, and the plain
oaken altar bore large vases of sweet
flowers, whose fragrance had stolen all
over the audience room and made the
air of the April morning grateful with
IFS presence.
Soon the little organ sent forth a
peal announcing a prelude, and the
young man looked bored. But in mo-
'nent he assumed an attentive, rapt at
7titude. and ripples of glad sunshine
played over his features.
A voice of marvellous sweetness rang
out within the narrow walls of the
sanctuary. 1t was full. rich, clear, di-
vine almost, in its expression.
Bradnor thought of the angel song
on the plain of Bethlehem, and closed
his eyes, as though to shut out all sight
lest the glorious harmonies be lost to
dim.
He did not think of the singer, wheth-
er old or young, nor of the triumphant
words of the hymn she sang. 1t was
her voice, so intense in it's earnestness,
so fiutelille in its softness, yet so human,
withal, that had entered his soul.
Thenceforth he had no heart for the
prayers, nor the words that were read,
nor the sermon that was spoken. He
sat as one in deep sleep, from which
he only reused when the ineffable voice
rang out in its rich cadences. Others
mingled with it, but these he did not
hear
When the services were ended he
slowly made his way to the village inn,
where he had been stopping during the
past week. There he inquired of the
landlord concerning the owner of the
yvoice.
SchlINtC w as a Ablt NhCCAy ACilON,
whose thoughts came slow and whose
speech was slower. Bradnor found it
necessary to repeat the question.
-She's Mrs. Kitty Travis" slowly
came the reply, wife of Tim Travis,
who"
20, the deuce!" calculated the young
man, as he turned disappointedly away,
The landlord stared at him with his
great google eyes in establishment and
attempted movement to call him
back. but Bradnor had disappeared
from the room. Several times during
the afternoon and evening the host es-
sayed speech with his guest, but was
SO hating in purpose that he never sue
seeded.
8radnor took an early morning train
for his home in Baltimore, and when
the sun rose the hills around the little
Virginia village were far behind him.
But he took with him a memory of that
piace, fresher and sweeter and purer
THAN the white lilies that grew in lux
uriance upon either side of the roadway.
It was the voice of woman in the ivy
mantled village church.
'Confound it," he muttercd. land the
owner of it is married! Yes. End doubt
Tess gray and old and wrinkled. What
have you to do with the voice OF mar
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abstraction by a sudden scream and
then another.
just ahead of him great burly fell
low, thievish beggar, it would seem,
had seized a woman. an elegantly
dressed lady, by the arm, while her
companion, a young and eXquisitely
beautiful female, regarded the man
with looks of horror upon her refined
face.
Striding rapidly forward, Bradnor
reached out and grasped the knave,
who had not observed his approach, by
the throat and threw him heavily to the
ground. The rascal lay stunned for
moment, and, then reviving. gathered
himself quickly together, and hurried
away, muttering imprecations as he
staggered along.
1--WE had given him money, sir" said
the older of the ladies, but he de-
manded more, all we had, in fact, and,
and" she was greatly excited and was
| so overcome that she broke fairly down.
MANY of the Roman beggars are very
bold" he said. reassuringly, but you
will hear no moro from him. But-here
is my card" he said, drawing out his
case and handing one to each. You
are Americans and | am an American
also. Permit me to see you to your
carriage"
Mamma, that is Mrs. Trenton, wished
us to take one. but the distance is so
short and the day so lovely, headstrong,
l decided we had better walk. l am
Mrs. Travis, both of lngleside, Vir-
GINA"
The owner of the divine voice. The
/ charm of it was as sweet in converse
ton as irS song. Bradnor, as they pro-
ceeded on their way, regarded her
| furtively from time to time.
Mrs. Trenton knew of the Bradnors,
of Baltimore, and invited Victor to call
upon them. This he readily agreed to
| do.
One day he thanked Mrs. Travis for
the roses she had sent him. Then she
blushed crimson.
"Why. Mr.. Bradnor, what must you
have thought of my boldness? did not
know your name and really thought
| you were the old gentleman-your
friend so spoke of you when you lay
upon the ground"
Bradnor laughed heartily. He and the
owner of the voice had become much
better acquainted by this time.
More than this, he had learned from
| her mother that she was a bride of an
hour only, her husband having been
killed in railroad accident within less
than the time named, after the marriage
ceremony had been performed. The
girl-wife escaped uninjured and re-
| turned with his dead body from what
had been intended to be a happy and ex-
| tended tour. This was four years ago,
and Kitty was now 90.
THE deuce take it," murmured Brad
nor, when the mother told him, that
was what that COMPOUNDED landlord was
trying to tell me-"
They remained at Rome two months,
and Bradnor was almost continually
with them. He met them at Paris, and
at London. The grace and charm of the
young woman were equal to the melody
OF her voice. and-well, when the next
Easter rolled around Kitty Bradnor sat
by the side of her husband in the little
Uncovered church, where. as he aft
erward declared, she sang more divine!y
than ever.
WILLIAM ROSsER COBBE.
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When He Was Frightened.

YES" said the retired army officer,
Il can recall two occasions when l was
NEST terribly frightened"
"Oh!" exclaimed the romantic young
lady, "do tell me about them. l sup
pose it happened when you were fight
ing the Indians"
NO" he replied, lone time was when
was married, and the other time was
when we had our baby christened."-
Cleveland Leader
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Easter.
tomb

Across the winters gloom
There falls a golden ray.
And fror2 each wildfower's tomb
The stone is rolled away.
Once more to life and love
The buds and leaves OF spring
Come forth and hear above
The birds like angels sing.
In every wood and field
Behold the symbol shown.
The mystery revealed.
The majesty made known!
Christ, who was crucified,
Is risen! 10. the signi
The earth at Easter-tide
Touched by His hand diYinei
Frank Dempster Sherman, In Youths
Companion.
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15
A Valuable Man.

I'VE pay our minister $500 year"
ours gets $4,000"
Has he ever been tried for heresy?"
mo, but he says eyether and nyther."
N. Y. World.
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GLOW do you find it possible to act
that role of the prosecuted wife so
naturally?" asked the reporter.
ut isn't very difficult" replied the
great actress. THE villain is my real
husband. "-Tit-Bits
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"Those folks next door must be dis
tressingly hard up"
"Why, have you been inspecting their
clothes iine?"
''No; but not a member of the whole
family has '07 wheel.'-Detroit Free
Press,
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15

Clerk-We haven't anything but this
inferior quality of coffee left.
Groceryman-Wen, We'll have to
make the best of it.
So the clerk took down the sign $50
cents per pound" and put up go cents
a pound" in place of tn. Y. Journal.
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15

why, frankie, what are you reading
in that book about bringing up chill
dren?"
I'm just looking to see whether I'm
being properly brought up.'-Fliegende
Blaetter,
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15

Dissatisfied Purchaser - | thought
you said this dog was trained.
Former Owner-So he is.
Purchaser-Whati is his speciality?
Former Owner - Killing sheep-he
trained himself.-Harlem Life.
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15

Servant-Ive been everywhere, Mr..
Smith, and can't find single goose.
Mr.. Smith-Well, l don't care any
thing about its matrimonial condition.
Get a married goose, then.-Demorest's
Magazine.
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15

81 would not marry a woman who did
not know how to cooh."
"Oh, 1 might overlook a little thing
like that, if she had money enough to
pay my board. indianapolis journal.
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15
Flanagan wanted to Know.

Flannigan-I met man last week,
and. bedad, I'd have sworn it was your
self.
O'Toole-And wasn't it?
Flannigan-Niver a bit! But ne was
your very image, barrin' he was thrifie
gray. 1 suppose, now, We haven't such a
thing as a twin brother a few years old
er than Yourself ?-Tit-Bits
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mo, no; l wouldn't dare to have my
husband help when we move"
why not?"
Hes railway porter, you know,
and he'd forget, and think he was ham
ding passengers luggage" - Tit-Bits.
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"Some men will go to almost any
length for the sake of being eccentric"
Eyes, indeed; there's Browning, for
instance"
whats his freak?"
won't ride wheel."-Chicago Jour
nal.
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Prisoner-lf your honor will allow
ne a littfe time think l can prove my
innocence.
Magistrate-All right; take 80 days.
Philadelphia North American.
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15

He-How did you discover that she
was from the country?
She-I overheard her saying that city
people didn't know or care anything
about their ighbors.-Brooklyn Life
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15
Dug { to BE Thankful,

Critic-Where did you get the idea
for that picture?
Palnter-Out of my head.
Critic-You must be glad that it is
out!-Tit-Bits.
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why does Mrs. san Meter hate Mrs.
McMasters so cordially"
Somebody told her they looked
enough alike to be sisters. "-Chicago
journal.
The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-04-15

DO you think opals are unIucky?"
inquired the superstitious man.
"Yes," was the reply, my wife wants
one, and it's going to cost me S50."-
Washington Star.
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The Creek to His Girl.

Maid of Athens. ere we part,
Let me have your marble heart:
When l fight upon the field.
1t will make a tirst-class shield.
Chicago Record.
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New Woman vs.. Old.

Our sisters on careers" are set;
Our grandames danced the minuet.
Our sisters for their brains we praise,
Then sadly dream of Good old days"
N Y Truth
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She ran for office and swept everything
Before her, as all the world knows.
Behind her? Well. In her home. a least,
Her husband sweeps. l suppose.
TOWN Topics.