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BELLVILLE, FRIDAY, APRIL 26. 1867.
{ NO. 14.
Beflville.
W.E.LUHN,
Wholesale and Retail
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bellville, texas,
TTAYING completed my arrangements
XX with themannfocturen, I am now
«ble to sell FOB CASH aa low as any
house in Texas. Please call and examine
my stock which comprises all of the lead-
ing article . g5-ly.
BEST Loaf and Crashet Sugar, cheap for
cash, at W.'E. LUHN'S.
gar ly
PtlME Bio Coffee, for sale at
g5-ly - W. E. LUHN'S.
BEST Snperfine and Extra St. Loois
Flour, f«r sale at
g5-ly _ W. E. LUHN'S
EST Cheese -and Crackers, fresh ar-
rival, for sale at
g5-ly . W. E. LUHN'S.
MACKEBEL and Fish, of all kinds
lor sale by W.E.LUHN.
and Hardware, uf
every hind, for sale by
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"BELLVILLE,
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A heavy stock of ¡Stationery school
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Hempstead.
W. A, McDADE A Co.,
HEMPSTEAD. TEXA8.
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Have constantly on hand,
COFFEE, FLOUR,
TOBACCO, SALT,
CIGARS, NAILS,
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JOHN KANE,
HEMPSTEAD TEXAS,
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Has on. hand and keeps constantly
for sale
GROCERIES,
—AND—
~ of every description, such as
COFFEE,
TEAS,
MokASSKS,
SUGAR.
FISH.
SYRUPS,
CANNED FRUITS. SAUCES,
together with a good supply of coun-
try produce,
Tobacco, Cigars, Ac.,
All of which he olera for sale cheap for
éaab. Anything in his line, may almost
invariably be found at his store. Give
him a call, for if you want to buy anything,
he is sura to sell to you at the Invest,fe re*.
He wants your money.
Jan&~> g*-tf
The Únoonaetoua, Orphan.
Mother, I have found a tear
In your eye! How came it there T
Mora ara eotnii g —now they chase
One another down your face.
How I feel your bosom heave!
What does make you sob and grieve I
LA am wipe yous tears away,
Or I eannot go and play!
Why is father sleeping so 1
Put me down and let me go—
Let me go Where I can stand
Near enough to reach his hand,
Why, it feels as stiff and cold
As a piece of ice to hold !
Lift me up to kiss his cheek,
Then, perhaps, he'll wake and speak.
Mother, oh! it isn't he,
For he will not look at me!
Father hadn't cheeks so white-
See the Hps are fastened tight.
Father always spake and smiled,
Calling me his " darling child:"
He would give and ask a kiss
When I came—but who is this 1
If 'tis father, has he done
Speaking to his darling one J
Will hé never, never more
Know and love me as before Í
Could he hear what we have said?
Tell me, what is being dead T
Oh! he doesn't breathe a breath!
Mother, what's the cause of death!
Life.
An infant on its mother's breast,
An eager boy at play,
A youth by maiden fair caressed,
A stalwart man with care oppressed,—
An old man silver gsay,—
Is all of life we know:
A joy, a fear,—
A smile, a tear,—
And all is o'er below,
Livery Stable
at
HEMPSTEAD, TEXAS.
' I MIE understaffed
A has established
a Livery Stable at
the above place,
where he hopes to
to supply a want demanded by tM
w* Carriages
hand. Travellers visiting any
¡¡¡JSE1"1 " —CO"*"
«prO tlJ 0 0t*°\
THE LADY AND HER L0VEBS.
E %' cabby stanley.
CHAPTER VII.
'CONTINUED.)
For a few minntes Adignation kept
Jee motionless, then exclaiming,
** Dsrn his eyes," he took the bnsket
id which he held in his hand, filled
with luscious, dewy berries, and pois-
ing it for an instant, he sent it skim-
ming down the road, in the direction
of his faiiy tormentor. If the lid was
meant to reaeh Rosa, it never arrived
at its destination; and she, unconcwi-
ousof, or uncaring for the angry storm
which she had raised, chatted on gaily
of the flowers which she had found,
and which, with true artistic taste,
she had sprinkled over the berries
she was showing to the schoolmaster.
Just then she looked up and saw
Joe with his hands by his side, ex-
actly as they had fallen after he had
dismissed the basket lid; ami when
upon seeing her he turned airoy, and
losted across the peach orchard hi an
opposite direction, she broke into one
of her gay laughs.
" What is the matter, Rosa V ask-
ed Anderson, whose eyes followed the
direction of her own, but seeing noth-
ing.
M Oh ! it's such a good joke," was
the laughing reply, "I left him in the
arch that time," and her eyes sparkled
with fun.
It was with difficulty that the
school-master restrained a sympathetic
smile.
/"I suppose yon mean Mr. Johnson,"
said Anderson.
41 Yes, to be sure I do ; hé is such
a stick. A body can't stir without Lia
mpping up like a ghost Wsidu them,"
replied Rosa, with vivacity, and sbe
detailed her afternoon's exploit.
Anderson was more amused than
te wonld have liked to confess to
tosa, but he would not applaud, and
le was afraid his voice would betray
lim if he attempted to condemn her
conduct, so he said nothing, but a
pave look settled on bis face.
Ro?a waited for a moment, then
finding her companion made no re-
mark, she cast a quick glance at him,
but gathered no encouragement from
the expression of his countenance.
" Of course yon think It was all
wrong, Mr. Anderson," she said at
last, with a pout on her red lipa, and
some little bravado in her manner.
<* Your own kind heart, Rosa, must
decide that. You can imagine whether
Mr. Johnson is wounded or mortified
by your conduct."
There was no reply made, but the
two finked their walk in silence. At
tea time, the bfrries peeped np most
temptingly through- their coating of
fine white sugar, tint Rosa could not
eat of them. She sat balancing her
spoon on the edge of her cup,' almost
ready to cry, as she thought how silly
and heartless her conduct must appear
to Anderson.
CHAPTER VIII.
" Dear me," exclaimed Mrs, Blake
suddenly, as she saw fanner Thomp
son's heavy wagou go past, "that just
puts me in iniud that I promised Mrs.
Thompson a setting of onr Muscovy
duck's eggs. I was to have sent them
over yesterday, but I forgot all about
it."
«' Let me take them, mother," said
Rosa, quickly, "I can easily get back
before dark."
Mrs. Blake gave a willing consent,
arranged the eggs nicely between lay-
ers of tow, and handed the basket to
Ropa.
" If you will wait a minute, RoBa,
I will go over with you. I want to
see Mr.Thompson on school business,"
said Mark, as he helped himself to
another spoonful of berries.
Witha pleased blush, to think that
Anderson did not believe her so very
bad after all, Rosa said that ''she
would walk slowly on, and he might
join her if he choose," her pride for-
bidding her doing such an undignified
thing as waiting for him.
Mrs. Blake was in dismay, for it
seemed to her that she had thrust
Rosa into the lion's mouth, when one
reason that she had approved of ha
daughter's going was, that for one
evening at least, the conversation on
the piazza would be stopped. She
looked over the clear sunset sky in
vain for some clouds as a pretext for
calling Rosa back; but none could be
found; and before any other reason
presented itself the girl was out of
the gate, and Anderson reaching down
for his hat to join her.
The full June moon was looking
down through the entertwining boughs
and quivering leaves of the trees, and
making a moving network of moon-
light on the greensward beneath them,
as Mark and Rosa proceeded slowly
homeward. With eyes dewy with
tears, the young girl was gazing over
the sleeping landscape bathed in a
soft light; feeling that irresistible long-
ing which so often creeps over one at
the sound of some music, as if it was
the heart's cry for the unattainable;
a vain, wild wish that the holy quiet
of the night might enter into her soul
and purify her. A low sigh aroused
íer companion from his revery, as he
walked by her side, with bis hands
clasped behind him and his head bow
ed down, unheeding of the beautiful,
sad Bmile on the face of the earth,
which had so affected Rosa.
" We are almost home, and I have
so mueh to say to you ; will you turn
and walk back with me for a little
while, Rosa V asked Anderson, and
te took the girl's hand and placed it
on his arm.
" I have been wanting, dear Rosa<
to tell you how .much 1 love you,"
said be. as he imprisoned the hand
which clung to his arm in his own,
"but I saw such a weary waiting for
you, if you consented to lie my wife,
that I have sometimes felt as if it
would be cruel to you to ask your
ove,"
Rosa cant a frightened glance at her
companion, and drawingherhand sud-
denly from his arm, she asked, as if
scarcely believing what she heard,
" Don you really mean me? Oh! I
can't believe it, Mr. Anderson, I'm so
unworthy of you," and Bhe stopped
or a moment, and gazed with a kind
of bewildered expression into the
schoolmaster's faco.
A grave smile stole aronnd Mark's
ips as he replaced the hand on his
arm, and answered, ,
"Indeed I do mean yon, little Rosa.
I fear I love yon more dearly for your
i aults, though I know yon wiU try to
correct them because they are wrong.
But do you know, darling, that it may
be yean before I can have a home for
yon. and call yon my wife? It it cruel
to ask such a sacrifice of you, dear
Rosa. I see now how wrong it was."
The holy beauty of the night ap-
peared ta have melted into her fa<;e;
and the girlish heart, lately so way-
ward and unquiet, seemed suddenly
to have grown calm and strong with,
her woman's destiny, as she answer-
ed frankly,
'• I love yon, Mark; I vntt wait."
There was an eager prosanie of her
hand, a kiss almost of reverence on
her brow, then a long, happy silence-
" It will be asking a great deal of
your parents, Rosa, to give you to so
poor a man as I am. It doe* seem
presumptuous." atlaat said Anderson.
" But they love me so mnch^" said
the girl, " I am sure mother will con-
sent, if she se cs it is for my happiness.
As to dear father, I do not believe be
will object at all, he does not care for
money."
"Shall I speak to your faUier about
it, dear Rosa? Or would yon rather
tell your mother first V'
'• No, no, yon speak to father first,
Mark. I am afraid I am a little bit of
a coward; but perhaps my mother
may be disappointed at first, that I
did not fancy Mr. Johnson. It is grow-
ing late, and she may be worried; had
we not better go home, Markl" Her
lips seemed to linger over the last
word, as if the right to call him by
that name was too much joy.
Good night, dear Rosa," said An-
dei son, as he imprinted a kiss on her
cheek in the shadow of the prairie
rose, w I will try to speak to your
father, to-night. May good angels
watch yon."
With a sudden impulse the girl
turned around, took h¡b head between
her two hands, gazed a moment ii^o
his eyes, and pressing a kiss on his
forehead, darted off as if ashamed of
what she had done.
' She went into the kitchen to deliver
Mrs. Thompson's message to her
mother. Mrs. Blake was "setting
rising,''' and in no good hnmor when
her daughter entered.
''A pretty time of night, to be. sue,
to be phalandering about the country
with a young man," commenced her
mother.
We staid a long while talking with
Jane and Mr. Thompson," replied the
daughter evasively. Yet her consci-
ence smote her, for she felt that she
was not dealing frankly with her
mother.
Mrs. Blake stirred in theyeast with
no diminution of ill temper.
" Once for all, Rosa Blake, I tell
you that it ain't modest, and I won't
have it. Youll be the talk of the
whole country round," said the moth-
er.
Rosa stood with her hands on one
end of tke dough-trough, watching
her mother's face with a mournful
look in her sweet eye, and then she
said, "Don't scold me to-night, please,
dear mother," so sadly that Mrs. Blake
suppressed what further she was going
to say.
*■ Is there anything I can help yon
do, mother 1" asked the daughter, at
last, glancing around the neat kitchen.
4' It's a pretty time to ask thr.t, after
all the work's done," grumbled Mrs.
Blake.
Rosa lighted her candle and went
to her room. She saw the heavy cloud
gathering, which, in her first happi-
ness had seemed " no bigger than a
man's hand," and as sbe kuelt by her
bed, the voiceless prayer that scarcely
arrayed itself in words, was, that in
no way might she tail in her duty.
She at last arose from Iter kneeling
position, put out her light and sat
down by the window. On the piazza
below sbe heard her father and Mark
conversing in low voices. In vain she
listened that she might catch from
the tone of either, something favorable
to her hopes, and she leaned over her
window sill, gazing out on the dewy
night that was bearing the perfume
of June roses, and honeysuckles, and
wall flowers, up to her chamber. At
last the voices on the piazza ceased.
She heard the hall door closed and
locked, Anderson's step pass her room,
and then Mr. Blake's slaw, heavy
tread up the staircase, She half rose
from her seat, hoping that her father
would come to her door to say a few
encouraging words to her, but when
she heard his own chamber door open,
she sunk back again with a sigh of
disappointment. Bnt overall this float-
ed the thought, like a rose-colcted
dood at sunset, "helovesme,beloves
me." That sentence wan the refrain
of everything. And she buried her
faee in her pillow, as if to hide from
the cold, pure moonlight the blushes
of joy that wen mantling bar cheek,
and the smile that farted her Bps as
she closed her eyesin sleep, murmur
ing, " he loves pe, ho loves me."
Mr. Blake entered his room withNa
sigh. Ho took hinhey from his pocket,
and proceeded slowly to wind up his
huge silver watch. With unusual de-
Hbeaatiqp he hung it on the nail by
the looking glass, and as he gave the
last twist to the black string, he said,
" Well, mother, the business is
done."
" What business P* asked Mrs
Blake, who Was laying, comfortably
in bed, watching her husband's move-
ments.
"What businessV' she resumed,
finding he did not speak. "Yon don't
mean to say, Sammy Blake that yon
are going to let a man that's no
better than a beggar, many your
daughter 1" and in her energy Mrs.
Blake rose on her elbow, gave her
soft pillow an energetie ehake, and
then plumped down into it again."
No," answered the husband,
slowly, as ho leaned Ids elbows on
hia knees, and dangled by the string
the shoo which he had jest taken off.
" no, but I a'most wish I had. Bo's
a real fine fallow, I tell yon, and I'm
afraid that she's desperate fond of
him, mother."
She knows just as much about
love as a Bucking calf," answsced
Mrs. Blake, an she flounced over on
the Other side. " If the thing is put
stop to at «nee, it '11 mske no
difference inn little while. Shehaant
known him no time, and shell soon
get over it."
Mr. Blake shook his head, saying,
I don't know.'* Then he added, "and
it would bo a very respectable match
in the end tot her, lav Anderson tells
me he's going to turn minister."
" That's all smoke to blind you,"
was the answer; "and yen would
have them A support, I suppose. A
pretty match it would be, to be sure,
to come creeping into her father's
house with her husband, instead sf
having a fine home of her own, like
Joe Johnson could give her. I hope
you may get the meadow land, that's
all," and with this settler. Mrs. Blake
turned her back to her husband in
sullen silence.
Bnt as farmer Blake made no
reply, she seen spoke sgsin.*
What did you tell the man?—
Can't yon let a body know?" she
asked, at length, turning her hesd
partially round, and hitching the
sheet up with ber shoulder.
" I didn't give him any encourage-
ment st sll; and you had better
speak to Rosa about it in the
ftCMtft tf
Oman , than whom ao mora
shrewd beaiseeanma ever lived, gives the
following as his experiepce:
"I have always <
wealth. Áad I have sttdsttaa invariable
rule, too, to advertise ia tke <
ng taught me that maty then spent is
well laid eat; as by keeping py basiness
etatiaasllr before thepahUe, it has secured
have lest"
ing," answered the father, for the
good man ahrunk from seeing the
pain which he must inflict.. He had
almost convinced himself an hour be-
fore, that his daughter had not known
Anderson long enough to grieve about
him a great while; bnt now, somehow
he began to doubt it.
CHAPTER IX.
The twittering of the birds in the
maple boughs by ber window, roused
R6sa just as the grey, solsmn dawn
was creeping over the horizon. She
sprang bom her bed and went to the
window. Everything was a waken-
ing to life. From farm-house to farm-
house the shrill- voiced cock sent ont
salutations. The domineering old
turkey, with head erect, flashing eyes,
ruffled wings, and slow, stately strut,
marched around hia kewi'dered hen,
in a most blue-beard fashion, as she
in vsin endeavored to keep ber little
hungi y flock together; a cow or two
in the barn-yard had ripea from their
recumbent position, and ware poking
their noses among the dry cornstalks;
the dogs walked about fiar a little, put
their heads down on their paws on the
ground, stretched themselves, gaped,
and then quietly cm led themselves up.
again; toads went hopping over the
gravel walks in searqh of their morn*
ing mesl of flies; pum, with a stealthy
tread and steady eye, wss walking
around tbe arbor-vitse tree, watching
the trres. as it hopped about, porting
then
en tbe other, with a fai $yJpok in its
bright eyes, as if it déftedhits sleek
enemy; thq twittering of jhe birds
dunged into full, glad till one
wonld think *kf;r JiyVtlinjjl** would
burst wUh rivalry* and|berálded by
roey' clouds, thd sun came up the
eastern horison. "ft'seemed as
if tho whole earth'waS'juMjlini with
life. It waslike the exhhihtet choro
in a solemn oratoria. "
' The girl's spii its HÉW'hl^téi as sha
gaaed. AH bee hopee spysarad fess-
ibls now.' With the «dfl, unsympe-
thixing modnlight, htr fears had aba-
ted; and rejoicing as every thing else
did in the glory of the summer morn-
ing;; she hurried toeecfcpliout into tho
frssh air. ■ " '*'s
The farm-house hekrW wai in vigor-
ous life; Tbe pnssp-handle boomed
continually; ending now Sitd then with
a quesk and a groan ; the fattn-serv-
ants went whistling á#kjr<4fewárd the
barn with their haads in tl&fr pockets;
and troops of. little chickens were cry-
ing, "peak, peak,'' ahd picking up-
cm tabs aronnd the kitchen-door. Aa
Roaa passed through th* back shed,
she reached down the iasia Otf golden
Indian mesl, and moistening it with
some water, called the little flock after
ber, scattering the food .as she-went-
(to bb continued.) .
Mr. Johuo*.—What are the causes
of the overthrow of Mr. Johnson's po-
licy 1 They are found in the met
that Ids policy, though trae, was too
much burdened by criminal associa-
tions and acta. Mr. Jol
not bo responsible for these
but they told on him nevérthelefe-
The murder of Mrs¿ Surratt, a most,
horrible afiair, and the illegal im-
prisonment, without cliaraw of -trial,
of Mr. Davis, are among tnp burdens-
which he has borne, and which bav
helped to hresk him dO*n. He has
only been partially andu negatively
trne to himself and to tbe coustitBtiony
not wholly and positively. ^Hencei.
his devotion to the constitution has
not been acceptable td'GóA. He
keeps Mr. Davis in ptissn,1 -and the
Radical majority bold , him as tho
leader of the rebellion ever since Mr..
Dark has been deprived of liberty..
It is sad, bnt it is a sort of poetical
and retributive jusriss.—Telegraph.
/1.
Confidence and good will between,
onr white employers and our black,
employees, is the bssts Of sll success:
in our agriculture, where black labor
ia employed. Let this bo remember-
ed by the whites and taught to the
blacks. The welfare of both requires
it. The failure to cultívate And se-
cura this confidence baa bedn ene of
the greet csnaes of the failure af ag-
riculture with freed labor |p. tbn West
Indies. This is the opinion publish-
ed recently by Mr. W. G. Seward,
an English writer, who has visited
ths Islsnds. Let us profit by such
mistakes.—Telegraph.
At a late convention of néjCrbeá in
Washington—iof blsck and wbko
negroes indiscriminately mixed—an
enthusiastic darkey passed roupd tho
pietare of an old wench by the name
of Jane Scott, who gave the first
ive dallara toward the erection of. &
monument to Lincoln. He skid ho
would " place the picture, qf Jan
Scott by the side of that of Preeideut
Lincoln, and pointing to both pictures
be would say to his children, Tb^m
is your Emancipator and his sister!"
This is about toebigheel apecimen of
negro intelligence we have yet seen.'
—Day Book.
• ms* *f *
" Who mi de the world Í" asked a
teacher of a little boy who. bad not
been loug in school. The boy shook
his head and said nothing. The
teacher threatened to whiphikr un-
less be answered. The boy feeling
compelled to a eonfession of som«
sort, broke forth, " Well, master, I
made it, bnt 111 never do it again."
Lord Derby has hit one a I* .*
vanquish theFeuians. 1 he cable in-
forme us that Mr. Disraeli, the Chan-
cellor of the Exchequer, promises «
liberal reform bill for Irelsndr
, m -j :>
Geo. W. Randolph, formerly Secre-
tary of war of the Confederate States,
died in Richmond on the 3d inst. Ho
was s good and able man.
An Oswego paper tells of the bones
of a girl having been found near a
bole from which eighty-five snakes
were driven.
The Tyroleans labor nnder the im-
pression that the operations of the
telegraph there produce the miasma
that snects tho grape.
The circulation of the National
Bsnks is nearly two hnndrod and.
ninety-nine millions.
A man ia New York was stabbed/
because be would not sin/.
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