â€"_â€"â€" .- THB. DBBEBTEB. It was the last year of the Civil Warâ€"a year full of anxiety, suspense and privation of every kind. Down here in Louisiana we were beginning to realize that our cause was hopeless, and that the Confeder was near its end. I suppose it was that nowledge which made people so reckless. Men had lost all sense of responsibiity in the whirl of events, and acts were constantly commit~ ted, which, in the light of a calmer day, seem the acts of madman. New Orleans, in possession of the Federals, had quieted down to a certain extent, but the country parishes were in a ferment, oc- cupied as they were in turn by Confederate and Northern troops. The ravages of urea- ponsible, plundering bandshad become so terrible in some of the Western parishes that, at the urgent invitation of Judge ‘Max- well, who was a distant relative of mine, I took refuge with him at Boscabel, a planta- tion in the Red River Country. ' This district, it is true, was occupied by Federal troops, but they were well disciplin~ ed, and committed no outrages. After the terrors and uncertainties of the “ debatable ground," there was a comfortable feeling of security in finding ourselves within the lines and not in danger of capture. Several ladies, friends of Judge Maxwell, had collect- ed at Boscabcl, so our social life was far from dull. Beautiful Adela Maxwell was our host’s young daughter- in law. She had only been married a week when her husband, who had enlisted in General Taylor’s army, was com- pelled to leave her. . She was a lovely, irresponsible childâ€"a spoiled one, too. At sixteen years of age, she had married Theo Maxwell, who was not than twenty. It was due to the rack- lessness so common at that period that. the marriage of the y mug pair was sanctioned by the two families. Theo was grave and thoughtful, beyond his years; brave, as were all the Maxwells, almost stern in his ideas of duty, and only weak where his beautiful little bride was concerned. Most Southern women were brave 31nd high-spirited, ready to make any sacriï¬ce for a cause they considered sacred, but Adela had not a grain of patriotism in her soul. She did not care a straw which cause conquered, so that the war might end and (l‘heo return home. Her standing grievance was that he had joined the army as aprivate, instead of marching forth in all the glory of a general’s paraphernalia. At times she would give way to a perfect ion of grief, and eat nothing for days, hen the mood would change, and she would be in the wildest spirits, laughing. singing, dancing. She reminded me of a utterfly I once saw lighting on the rim of a cannon the moment before it was discharged. One morning she burst in upon us in the breakfast-room in an irritable and impatient mood. “ I ,can’t stand this l" she cried. “ I never closed my eyes all night thinking of Theo. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I shall die if Theo doesn’t come home ! I must see with my own eyes that he is alive and well.†“ But how can you expect him to come 2" cried Dora Maxwell, the judge's daughter, a sensible, spirited girl, who had not too much patience with her sister~in-Iaw's childish ways. “ He is a soldier, a private, too, and they are not allowed a furlough every time their wives happen to cry for them. With all this skirmiahing going on around us, you surely don't think there’s any chance of his getting off? I do wish, Adela, you would try to b: reasonableâ€"for Thcc's sake, if for no other reason.†“ Look at Mrs. Rigers,†she continued. " Her husband is in constant peril, and see how brave and cheerful she is! She says that is the only way in which she can imit- ate him.†“ Don’t talk to me of Mrs. Rogers l" Adela looked like a small fury. “ Do you pretend to compare my love for Theo with hers for her husband? Easy enough to be quiet when she doesn’t care a picayune for him ! Didn't she actually hurry him off last week, when he hadn't been with her for more than an hour 2 Don't compare us, and set that cold-hearted thing up as my model i" “ I don’t compare you," Dora said, dryly. “ Mrs. Rogers is utterly unselï¬sh, a noble woman, to whom the honor of her husband is as clear as his life. She hurried him cfi‘, because she knew if he waited until day- light his risk of being made a prisoner would be great. Besides, he had promised his captain to be back that night, and he was in honor bound to keep his word.†Adria burst into a flood of angry tears. “ Honor lhcnor 1" she repeated, petulant- l . “ I just hate the wor ! Honor made {Knee join the army, and leave me here to be wretched l Honor keeps him away 1 Some day honor is going to leave him on the bat- tleï¬eld, with a bullet in his heart. What will it do for me, if I lose him, I'd like to know? Nobody here feels for me. Nobody loves Theo as I do I“ She hurried from the room, but stopped on the threshold and turned her pretty, tear stained face to us. “Theo shall come back to me, in spite of you all !" she cried. Dora sighed deeply as the door closed be- hind Adela. “ Poor Theo !" she said, softly. “ He always seemed to feel such a contempt for silly women l Yet that girl can make him do anything 1" “She is such a child I" I interposed. “ Yes, and that makes her so unfit tube a wife. We are going to have an opportuni- ty of sending letters through the lines to- da , and heaven only knows what Adela will write to her husband I Enough to make him wretched, I dare say. for she won't spare him a tear of hers. He'll fancy her pining to death, and before night, I dare sa , she’ll be laughing and singing." got for once Dora was mistaken. Adela complained of a violent headache, and after writing her letter went to bed, and did not make her appearance until late the next day. Then she wore a subdued, rather frightened look, not natural to her. She appeared like a mischievous child who had done some- thin naughty, and was afraid of being i out. For the next two followi days she was in a state of perpetual exc tement almost h terical. She would rï¬h from door to w, or to any place which commanded a view of the long front avenue. At any unexpected sound she would spring up, and listen breathleasl , and then sink back in her seat with a h. " I am afraid our little l is getting nervous." said Judge Maxwr on the sec waning, suing, his arm affectioqu 0::de her. Pï¬'Coma, it won't do whei: Theo returns, for-him to find ewlfo with! her nerves unstrung. The women of our family were as braveas the men, andI can’t have a Maxwell a coward." " But I’m not an out and out Maxwe ," she answered with an hysterical laugh; “ and I‘m an awful coward. Oh, why don’t Theo come home l" This was followed by a violent burst of tears, and she wrung her hands as if in despair. “ Dora, you had better take our sister to her room and make her lie own," the judge said, gently. “Adela. my dear, you must try to control yourself. Remember that your tears will not bring your husband back one day sooner. You are onl injur- ing your health and for Thec's an c you must take care of that." - After they left the room, the judge and I sat silent until the lamps were lighted. Suddenly he sprang to his feet, for we heard the hurried steps of a man on the long ver- anda in front of the house. Then the door was violently thrown open , and Theo stood before us. Theo pale, wild- eyed. and covered with dust. He looked in our faces strangely, lnquiringly, and uttered a deep groan. His parched lips strove to speak but the words died in a gasp. “ My son l what is the matter i" cried the judge, taking his hand. “ Adela, my darling ! Is she dead 1" the son managed to articulate. “ Am I too late i†“ Adela l Why, she is in perfect health â€"-never has been ill. She was in this room five u inntes ago." The judge stopped suddenly, terriï¬ed by his son‘s look. He had grown ghastly pale, and sank into a chair. He covered his face with hisvhands, shak- ing as if in an attack of ague. In a moment be controlled himself and tried to speak calm- ly. “’Read that,†he said, drawing a letter from his pocket, and handing it to his father, “ and tell me if I could have stayed away i ' Months afterwards I read the letter. In it Adela told her husband she was dying and he must come to her immediately if he would see her alive, but, ill as she was, no one should write him but herself. If he loved ‘her, come I The letter was written in faint, tremulous characters, as if the hand was too weak to hold the pen and her eyes too dim to see the lines. Judge Maxwell’s face was stern when he laid down the letter. “ It was an unjustiï¬able deceit,†he said. “ but you must try to forgive her. You must not let it embitter your visit.†“Father, do you not understand 2" cried the young soldier. “ I asked for permis‘ sion to visit a dying wife, but the general positively refused. They spent a battle at Pleasant Pill, and not a man was allow- ed tc leave. I came without permission," “ Adeserter i you, Theo Maxwoll !" cried the judge, locking stunned. “ Yes, a deserter on the eve of battle,†Theo cried, with a bitter laugh. “l've done for myself now, father." There was a hurried step in the corridor, and in a moment Adela was in her husband’s arms, crying and laughing hysterically. “ I heard your voice, darling,†she cried “Why hadn't I been called? Didn’t I tell you all he should come back to mel And now I’ve got him! I've got him! I’ve got him !" her voice rising shrill and strained with excitement. “ But what is the matter, Theo? Why do you look at me like that? What is the matter with you all 2" “The matter, madam," cried Judge Max- woll, sternly, “ is disgrace to my son and your husband. By your falsehoods you brought him from his postâ€"made him a deserter. Do you know what that means. A disgraceful death! Yes, that is what you have brought upon the man you pro- fessed to love. He got no further, for Adela's head fell back on her husband’s shoulder in merciful unconsciousness. He strained her to his posom and pressed a kiss upon her white 1 s. p“Dora, take her to her room,†he said, “30 gentle with her for m sake, sister. She is only a child and id not know what she was doing. I must get away from here before she revives.†He tight- ened his belt and pulled his cap over his eyes. » The old judge laid a trembling hand on his son’s arm. “Theo, my son," he said, tremulously, “ don’t go back ! There is a squadrcn of Northern soldiers camped just back here in Miller’s ï¬eld. You can be taken prisoner by them you know, and you’ll be safe from, fromâ€"" He stammered and choked. “ I understand you, father," Theo said, quietly. “ You mean if I am taken prisoner I will escape a deserter’s fate. It would . add cowardice to deserticn. N o, sir, I Will get back the soonest I can, and hear my fate as your son should. I had to run a cordon of Federal troops coming here, and I fear it will be hard work getting back through the lines." “ But General Taylor is my friend." The old man's h was rowing inarticulate. “ I will write to him, will go to him. He must listen to me. No court-martial could condemn you under such circumstances.†Theo smiled sadly. “ I hope for little leniency. I left on the eve of a battle, you must remember. Fare- well, father l Be kind to my poor little wife. Dara, don't unman me." She was clinging to him and sobbing ccnvulsively. “ If you love me you will go back to Adela. Do not tell her what may happen to me. I leave her to you all as a sacred charge," he added, solemnly, and before any one an- swered had gone. “ I will go myself," stammersd the judge, trying to rise from his seat. I will explain to General Taylor. My boy shall not be sacriï¬ced.†A convulsion pasted over his face, his feet refused to supp-n him and he sank back in the chair. We knew well what was the matter. A year before he had an attack of paralysis, a slight one, and his old enemy had him once more in its relentless grip. For three days and nights we watched beside him until the and same. A week afterward our cruel suspense as to I‘heo's fate was over. In trying to pass the Federal pickets he had been shot. “ Thank God l" subbed Dora, “he was spared the ominlcus fate of a deserter. I think he wanted to be killed." Adsla's grief at ï¬rst was violent. She soon returned to her father's house. In a fawn months I saw her there as lovely, as irresponsible and as ga as if she had not consul the disgrace an death of the man who had loved her more than his duty. Mann B. Winning. A DYING-STATE. Keyed: Boy Soon Be Without Jubabltants. is. in cï¬'ect, whether a State can surrender its constitution and statehood and be remit- ted to the condition of a Territory. It is a question like that of secession, upon which the Constitution of the United Srates is 3 “me girl m“ up w him and "id : " Mia. silent, but which will have to be settled, not by war, but by some extra constitutional device. It will arise in respect to the Stat of Nevada, which, withnur offence be it said, appears to be in a moribund condition. Since 1870 its population has been As itis, [don t see how we're ever going to steadily decreasing. until now there are pro- P“)? ‘0" Eh“ 5300 are“ [ hm ‘0 "d0? {0“ bably not more 50000 residents of that the Ohm“? 5511-. sterile and rocky region. There never Was anything but the bonanza mines to induce the matter with that people to go thither. and now that these there. She was awfully flirty a little while are practically exhausted, and no new ago, but now she won't have anything to do mines are being discovered, the people are with me." Strangerâ€"“I have just come rapidly leaving. For years the State has in. She is my wife,“ been governed from San Francisco. and 3‘11 its expenses have been paid by the silver kings, who, for the poor honor of being United StatssSenator, or Governor, or some ' such officer, have held it as a sort of pocket- borough. In the nature of things such a condition of affairs cannot last, and this the people who are residents of this State are beginning to realize. They know that within its present borders there are not suï¬icient resources to sustain such a population as a State should have, and they are now seeking to gain additional territory. A year or two ago they en- deavored to obtain a slice out of Idaho, and recently the Legislature of the State sent a committee to the Legislature of California praying that a few northern counties of California might be annexed to Nevada. The mission was in vain, and the committee returned despondent. The entire State is so uninviring and so wanting in natural resources that even the Mormons have refused to go in and possess the land. There is a State with all its ma. chinery ready at their hand, which they could easily control and in a great measure make themselves independent, so far as their peculiar institutions are concerned, of the Federal Government, and yet they refuse it. This tells the whole story. There is no hope for Nevada, and its population must dwindle away until but few office-holders are left. So long as the San Francisco millionaires last, and are willing to pay the expense, the State may continue, but when they give out, as they must in time, and no people are left to be taxed, what will the office holders do 'l They, too, will have to decamp, and the State will die of inaniticn. But the consti- tutional problem will remain. There will still be 110000 square miles of rocks and desert over which the United States Govern- ment has no more authority than over the State of Illinois. U odor the Constitution Congress can not divide a State nor add to it without the consent of the people of that State. But if the people have fled, what is to be done about it? It looks as if at no distant day Nevada would be in truth and fact a “ No man‘s land.†._____._..____â€"- A Famous Camellia- Ou the banks of the Ashley River, near Charleston, stands Middleton Place, the home of Arthur Middleton, a signer of the Declaration of Independence. Though the hall was burned during the last war, the gardens, terraces and hedges remain substan‘ tially as they were a hundred years ago. This remarkable place is still widely known, and in the proper seasons rows of azaleas, japonicas, with all other Southern plants and trees are the delight of its many visi- tors. Some time ago, Mr. William Middleton went to London, and there met an old col- lege chum who procured for him a ticket to visit the Queen’s gardens. The proud gard ner-in-chief took his visitor all about and finally stopped before the queenly treasure of the place. It was under a large glass caseâ€"perhaps ï¬ve feet high â€" a beautiful camellia shrub in gorgeous bloom. “ Now confess,†said the inflated function- ary, " you haven’t seen anything like this before.†“ It is beautifulâ€"very beautiful,†answer- ed Mr. Middleton. “ But tell me, you haven't ever seen any- thing to approach this i" “ It is wonderful. It is marvellous." “ But," said the disappointed head-gard- ener, “ you haven’t answered my question. This surpasses anything of the kind you have seen, eh i" “ I did not answer you," replied the Southerngentleman, “ because I was unwill- ing to hurt your feelings ; but I have in my garden at home, and growing out of doors, a camellia thirty feet high, that has on it six thousand blossoms." “ Sir,†said the gardener, “ if that is so, you are Mr. Middleton of south Carolina ! know that hush. It was planted by Mac- laux in 1780 !" Rifle Shooting. General Middleton spoke out boldly and truly at the annual meeting of the Dominion R fl: Association in Ottawa last week. He begrudued, he said, some of the money that was devoted to target shooting by rifle asset | ciations and would like to see more given to the volunteer service. E‘ght men out of , twenty ï¬ve, he declared, in the provincial 1 battalions hadn't the mos: elementary know- ledge of the way in which to handle a iifl: and many of the remainini? seventeen could hardly hit a haystack. The majority of the priz -s, the General further said. at these rifle meetings were won by oï¬imrs. This latter is doubtless a fact, but there are good and obvious reasons why it is so. But more attention than is at. present the custom should certainly be paid to the rank and ï¬le, every member of which should be made as perfect in the manipulation of gun, hay- cnet and sword as his brains and muscle will permit. Found Dead in Bed. 81'. Carnauixss. 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