Ennis Saturday Review (Ennis, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 45, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 14, 1894 Page: 3 of 10
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: O N
WAS young and
pretty, and an
heiress; only child
of Judge De Vere,
of a famous South-
ern family. Of
course, I was vain
and spoiled; who
would not be —
reared as 1 had
been? But, I have
never been guilty
of a despicable ac-
tion but once in
my life, and all the remaining days of
my existence will not be enough in
which to prove my sorrow and re-
morse.
It was all on account of Eva Car-
roll’s wedding. I was to be first
bridesmaid, and Susie Parker was to
be the second. My cousin, Frank
Forest, was chosen for her attendant.
At first there was no one selected for
me; really, there was no one good
enough, I thought, in all the big, old-
fashioned Southern country town of
Dunford. Why! I was Judge.De Vere’s
only daughter! The very first in the
land might be accounted my inferior.
So I reasoned in my silly pride and ar-
rogance, little dreaming of the devi-
ous ways through which Fate was
guiding my feet.
The day appointed for the wedding
was only a week distant; still no one
had ventured to suggest a suitable
attendant for me. Susie and I, to-
gether with a dozen friends, had come
to the great old-fashioned country-
house which was Eva’s home, in the
midst of a vast sugar plantation; and
here we were to remain until after
the wedding.
“But how can it come off at all,”
wailed Susie, madly, “if nobody is
good enough to serve as best man?”
Laurence Perth was the name of the
bridegroom. He was a stranger—a
Northerner—and the friend who was
to have been best man had at the last
moment succumbed to our national
scourge, la grippe, and Perth was at
his wits' end for a substitute,
“Somebody entirely perfect—to
stand with Edith,” the bride-elect in-
formed him.
To my intense astonishment and
disgust, he announced his determina-
tion to ask Cecil Ray.
Cecil Ray indeed! Why he was al-
most a stranger in Dunford; and be-
sides—was only a drawing master.
He had taught a class for several
months, and I was his least success-
ful pupil. He had "endeavored to
guide me, to correct my crude work,
and teach me something of his art, but
I had unmercifully snubbed him; treat-
ed him coldly, insolently, till one
' day he had informed me that I was not
well bred, and that until I was ready
to mend my ways, he would dispense
with my attendance at the drawing
class.
Of course, Lawrence Perth- knew
nothing of the feud between Ray
and myself; and he had extended
an invitation to the young man—who
had completely captivated Perth’s
fancy—before Eva could explain the
true state of the case. To our intense
surprise, knowing his dislike for me,
Cecil Ray consented. I was furious;
but what could I do?
"CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME?"
“I am tempted to withdraw alto-
gether," I cried angrily, when the
truth came out, “I cannot endure it;
Mr. Perth must be out of his mind.”
“Oh—please—please Edith, do not
refuse!’ pleaded Evs. “Just think, it
will only be for a few moments, and
then—you will be free. Do not let
anything occur to mar the occasion—
dear Edith, please!"
So, what could I do but consent?
But I registered a mental vow to make
Mr. Cecil Ray know his place before I
was done with him.
The days flew by, and to our dis-
may just bfoare the wedding day we
were visited by a fearful rainstorm;
rain, rain, rain! It was too provok-
ing.
wild.
It was enough to make one
No cessation—no let up. The ' was holding me in his arms. Ireached
ra o wane speedily rendered impas-
sable; the number of guests would
necessarily be diminished; and, worse
than all—to me—the flowers which I
was to wear—pure white hyacinths—■
were at home in my father’s conserva-
tory—five long miles away. My dress
would be nothing—my costume spoiled
without them; so I argued. Nothing
else would be suitable; no other flow-
ers could possibly be worn with my
pretty white lace dress. I was per-
verse, obstinate, ridiculous. I can see
it all now, with a keen feeling of
shame at my own silly pride and fool-
ish vanity.
“But, my dear Edith,” remonstrated
Susie Parker, “since you cannot ob-
tain the hyacinths—for the roads are
horrible, and there is the river to
cross, and the bridge is dilapidated—
you must give up and be patient.
After all, since the weather is so
dreadful, it will spoil the festivities,
and only a few people will venture
out. Do be reconciled, Edie dear, and
wear something else—lilies, for in-
stance.”
“Just what you are going to wear,”
I pouted. “No, indeed. Sue, if I can
not have my pretty white hyacinths—
the gardener at home has raised them
on purpose for this occasion—I don’t
want any other flower. Oh, if I knew
of any one with enough spirit to ride
over to my home and get me those hy-
acinths. ”
“What will you give in payment?"
asked a low, musical voice, and, glanc-
ing up, I saw Cecil Ray standing near.
“Twenty-five dollars—cash,” I cried.
“Do you know of any possible way to
obtain them?”
“Yes; I will go.”
“You?”
A tone of scorn in my voice. His
deep, dark eyes flashed, the firm lips
shut close together for an instant,
then he replied:
“Even I, Miss De Vere. But I must
stipulate my own terms—set my own
price.”
“Fifty dollars?” I suggested scorn-
fully.
It was worth it to look the very
fairest and sweetest at the wedding;
ay, even to eclipse the fair bride.
His face grew pale, and his eyes
flashed with anger.
“My own terms,” he repeated; and
all the spectators gathered around to
witness the unique scene. “My terms
are these.”
His eyes were resting full upon my
own; I felt my face grow pale with
apprehension.
“I will ride to Judge De Vere’s
plantation,” the sweet, low voice went
on slowly, “and bring you the hya-
cinths, or lay my life down in the at-
tempt. But in payment, I demand—
a kiss.
Silence, dead silence, in the room;
then I faced him, my head erect, my
eyes blazing.
“Insolent! Audacious!” was all that
I could say; for my voice failed me,
and I burst into tears.
“Nonsense, Edith,” cried Susie
Parker, lightly, “what a fuss to make
about a single kiss. I’ll wager the
day will come when you will be will-
ing to kiss Cecil Ray,” she added, in a
whisper.
But, of course, I ignored her absurd
insinuation. A little later, through
the driving rain and howling wind,
Cecil Ray rode away from the Carroll
plantation upon his own big, black
horse, Selim. I heard Laurence Perth
and my Cousin Frank discussing the
matter in tones of unmingled con-
tempt—for me.
“Of all conceited, vain, frivolous
girls, my Cousin Edith De Vere takes
the lead,” I heard Frank exclaim, an-
grily; “here, for a silly whim of hers,
a good man is about to risk his life.
For, Laurence, did you know that the
river bridge is unsafe? He hardly
got over it—yes, I watched him, ex-
pecting every moment to see the horse
plunge through the rotten planks—
and I am very anxious and uneasy
over Ray’s mad exploit. I thought he
had more sense.”
All that day I wandered about like
an unquiet ghost. What if anything
should happen—any evil befall Cecil
Ray? I would be his murderess. Oh,
how I suffered! Long years have
passed since then, but I can recall it
all now, every little pang.
To-morrow would be Eva’s wedding-
day. The sun set in a great sullen
ball of fire, for the rain had ceased at
last. Night came down, but still
Cecil did not return. Alone in my
room I was wrestling with an awful
horror, and a strange, wild tumult
filled my heart. I knew the truth at
last. I realized pastall doubting that
I loved Cecil Ray, the poor drawing-
master. When the black shades of
night stole down over the earth, I
wrapped myself in a water-proof
cloak and went out upon the gallery.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, came the sound
of a horse’s flying feet, and a moment
later Selim appeared, all covered with
foam and without his master.
With a wild shriek I fell to the floor
unconscious. He was dead—the man
I loved—and I had killed him.
I opened my eyes to find my head
pillowed upon some one’s breast, then
I started up with a low moan:
“Cecil!” I faltered, "may God! I have
killed him—and I love him!”
And then for the first time I became
aware that it was Cecil himself who
• up and kissed him full upon the lips.
“Cecil!” I whispered, “can you ever
forgive me?”
He strained me close to his heart,
and in that embrace I read all—for-
giveness, love, heaven itself. He
had come down the river in a boat,
first sending Selim home, knowing
that the sagacious animal would find
his way. But Cecil was safe, and I
cared not for the flowers that he had
brought me; I only wanted him.
And we had been betrothed for weeks
before I discovered that Cecil Ray
was the only son of the governor of a
neighboring state who had come to
the country for his health, and with
a determination to prove that he
could be liked and sought as a friend,
even where his true position was un-
known. And I had thought to teach
him a lesson, little dreaming that he
would teach me the lesson of love.
BROWN SUGAR.
It Is Being Rapidly Supplanted by the
White Crystals.
Many roots are tolerably rich in
sugar—everybody must have noticed
its presence in carrots, from which,
indeed, it has even at times been
commercially extracted. But sugar
is still more abundant in the beet,
whose juice contains about fifteen
per cent of crystallizable sucrose.
As an industry, the production of
beet-sugar has a curious history. It
originated in France under Napoleon
I., when the English blockade pre-
vented communication with Martin-
ique and Haiti. It grew rapidly after
the emancipation of the slaves in
the British dominions; and being
fostered by governments on the con-
tinent, it is now beginning to drive
the poor; antiquated and superannu-
ated cane entirely out of the market
Of recent years, by far the larger
part of the sugar employed in Eng-
land is of French origin, or “made
in Germany.”
That, says the Cornhill Magazine,
is one of the reasons why brown
sugar has gone out and white sugar
come so largely into fashion. The
sweet and pleasant muscovadoes,
produced by simple boiling of the
crude cine juice, could be employed
for sweetening coffee, for the do-
mestic rice pudding, for the use of
infancy, and for a great many other
simple household purposes. The
half-refined moist sugar, commonly
known as Demerara, still holds its
own for these daily purposes. But
raw beet-root sugar displays its ori-
gin by an unpleasant earthy flavor;
it smacks of the soil too much, and
carries with it reminiscences of a
somewhat turnipy character. On
this account brown sugar has gone
out, especially in those coarse and
treacly forms which delighted the
palate of our unsophisticated child-
hood.
Refining is at present almost uni-
versal, and the flavorless, insipid,
loose-grained beet-root sugar, sawn
into oblong bricks, has invaded our
breakfast tables. The light, moist
sugars now so much employed for
cooking purposes are refined sugar
of insufficient purity to be crystall-
ized into loaves. Cube sugar, on the
other hand, which is so fashionable
that it can afford to present the
country with new national galleries
of British art, is made up from the
most crystallizable syrup, which runs
away earliest from the charcoal cis-
terns of the refineries; but it is es-
pecially treated in peculiar molds,
from which the remaining molasses
is driven off with rude violence by
centrifugal machines. The result
is pure grains of transparent crystal.
Too Inquisitive.
There's a man in town who has a
mania for collecting all sorts of queer
facts in history, science and so forth,
and his wife can’t appreciate him at
all. The other evening he laid down
his paper.
“That’s odd,” he said to her.
“What?” she inquired.
“The statement that it would take
12,000,000 years to pump the sea
dry at the rate of 1,000 gallons a
second.
She studied the statement pro-
foundly for a full minute.
“Where would they put all the
water?” she asked innocently, and
he paid no attention whatever to the
question.
Desertel Pueblos.
Along the Pecos river at distances
from twenty to forty miles below the
town of Eddy, in Southeastern New
Mexico, there are five old deserted
pueblos or villages built by ancient
agricultural Indians, which it is esti-
mated, once contained a population
of from 10,000 to 15,000 people
Now the villages are nearly buried
in sand blown from the hills that
bound the valley. Vestiges of a
canal to these towns has been dis-
covered leading from a canon near
by which once furnished water, but
is now filled with sand.
One Hope Left.
“Can’t you think of some scheme,”
said the great editor, “that will
startle the community and increase
the circulation of our magazine?”
"There is only one that I know
of,” replied the business manager.
"What is it?”
Publish a real, live poem."
Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U. S. Gov’t Report
PoVal Baking
NCl Powder
ABSOLUTELY PURE
He Prayed too Often.
W. 0. Post of Staunton, Ky., is in
trouble over too much praying. The
people have no objection to his pray-
ers, but they think that he does not
select the places where they are of-
fered with sufficient judgment. Some
months ago he began to go from house
country. One of the most skillful of
to house asking to be allowed to hold ‘ artist engravers has been engaged off
prayer. He seemed sincere and was
generally allowed to have his way,
but after awhile he bacame a nuis-
ance. Sometimes be would visit the
same house as often as six or eight
times in one day. He did this in the
case of William Hardwick and fright-
ened Mrs. Hardwick so badly she had
to have a doctor. Mr. Hardwick had
him arrested. Post declared to the
jury that the Lord had ordered him
to do this, and dropping on his knees
prayed for acquittal. The jury fined
him $15 and costs.
Old Metal Images
In one of the oldest ruins in the
state of Oaxaca, Mexico, a number of
very rare and interesting images,
found in metal, have been uncovered.
The images represent people of ori-
ental appearance and dress, as well as
priests in their robes of sacrifice.
They bear hieroglypics of unknown
characters and are elaborately
wrought with fine art lines shown in
every curve. The images found thus
far are of gold, either wholly or in
part, and are coated with some un-
known enamel which has preserved
them from all harm in the many years
they have been buried in the soil.
The Largest Book.
The biggest book in the world will
be the catalogue of the British
museum. It has been in preparation
for thirteen years, but now the gigan-
tic task of compilation is nearing
completion. Some idea of its size
can be guessed from the fact that
1,400,000 distinct titles and entries
have been printed in all sorts of lan-
guages, and presenting no end of diffi-
culties, even to the servants and lin-
guists employed on the work.
A New Way.
In the snowy regions of the Himala-
yas, it is said, little smoking funnels
are made in the frozen snow, at the
end of which is placed some tobacco,
along with a piece of burning char-
coal, while to the other the moun-
taineers place their mouths, and lying
flat on their stomachs, inhale the
smoke.
Employment is nature’s physician and is
essential to human happiness.
The Real Demon of the Marsh
Is not a spook, but a reality. It is neither a
"bogie" nor a “kelpie,” nor any other of those
spirits which the credulous have supposed to
haunt the banks of rivers and streams after
dusk. Its name is malaria, and though invisi-
ble, it is very terrible and tenacious when it
seizes you. Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters drives
it away, nor will it attack those whose systems
are fortified with the great medicinal defensive
agent. The miasmatic mists of early morn-
ing, the vapors exhaled at eventide may be
safely breathed by those protected by the Bit-
ters. In the tropics where every form of ma-
larial disease threatens the sojourner, and is
particularly virulent when developed, the Bit-
ters is the best reliance of the inhabitant. For
dyspepsia, liver complaint, lack of vigor, appe-
tite and sleep; for rheumatism and nervous-
ness the Bitters are a sure and safe remedy.
The nature of everything is best consid-
ered in the seed.
THEY LOOK
"SPICK AND SPAN NEW"
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When Washed With
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Preparing Catalogues.
The work of preparing catalogues
for the great sales of art objects held
now and then in Europe and America
is a matter of great expense and
much time. Such an illustrated cata-
logue is now being prepared in this
and on for several years in preparing
illustrations, and by the time letter
press and illustrations are all ready
the catalogue will have become an ex-
tremely expensive volume.
Extravagant Girl.
Sarah Bernhardt has earned and
spent more money than any other
living actress. In the last twenty
years she has earned fully $2,000,000
and circulated it with the extrava-
gance of a princess.
When Traveling,
Whether on pleasure bent or business, take
on every trip a bottle of Syrup of Figs, as
it acts most pleasantly and effectually on
the kidneys, liver and bowels, preventing
fevers, headaches and other forms of sick-
ness. For sale in 50c and $1 bottles by all
leading druggists. Manufactured by the
California Fig Syrup Co. only.
Hate idleness and curb all passions. Be
true in all words and actions.
* Hanson’s Magic Corn Salve.”
Warranted to cure or money refunded. Ask your
druggist for it. Price 15 cents.
The man who goes to school to his mis-
takes will have a good teacher.
IF your Back Aches, or you are all worm
out, good for nothing, it is general debility.
Brown’s Iron Bitters will cure you, make
you strong, cleanse your liver, and give •
good appetite—tones the nerves.
In most things success depends on know-
ing how long it takes to succeed.
Karl’s Clover Root Tea,
The great Blood purifier, gives freshness and clearness
tothe Complexion and cures Constipation. 25c.,50c.,$l.
Two persons have never yet been known
to see the same ghost at the same time.
Dr. J. A. Hunter. Specialist
In diseases of the Throat, Lungs and
Heart, Catarrh and Deafness. 315 Main
street, Dallas, Tex. Send for pamphlets.
If an American can’t have his fun with
pepper-sauce on it he don’t want it at all.
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of a disordered system. Dr. Pierce's Golden
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