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MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 22. 1885.
A Wayward Ward.
It is the business of the philosopher,
as the world knows, to llnJ law and or
der in even the most abnormal pheno
mena, to suggest at least, and adequate
explanation of every enigma. For
what other purpose does he exist than
to throw light on the surrounding
darkness ? lie is a lorch-bearer to hu
manity's ignorance. If now and again
by reason of a pessimist temperament or
defect of training, the rays he sheds a
round intensify rather than dispel the
gloom, and cast shadows as of Egyp
tian night across man's forward path,
sunly he misconstrues his mission.
But the wisest head is sometimes
puzzled, and the shrewdest explorer of
the all-environing mystery is some
times confounded, a problem presents
itself which cannot be solved by any
of the familiar processes. The why of
some suddenly disclosed fact is as in
scrutable as the Sphinx of the Eastern
desert. It was thus with Bernard Ral
Those who thirst for fame, as misers
thirst for gold, or coquettes for admir
ation, would have found much to envy
iu this young man's positiou. At an
age when a statesman is currently sup
posed to be studying his parliamentary
primer, and wheu a future general may
still be writhing under the sarcasms of
a barrack-room instructor, Bernard
Ralstou had been welcomed into the
front rank of philosophical thinkers.
His book on "Instinct Conscience and
Reason" was read and criticised by the
few, praised and avoided by the many.
The noisy heterdox claimed him as a
new and promising recruit ; and so al
so, to the amusement of the onlooker,
did the staunchest maintainers of old
landmarks. He was flattered, feted,
and the lion of his season.
It was from this suddenly acquired
distinction that his embnrassment had
approached. The solicitor's letter that
was the beginning of sorrows made
this clear. It ran thus :
"DEAR SIR : We have to inform
you that by the will of our late client,
Mr. Humphrey Power,you are appoint
ed sole guardian of his only surviving
daughter, Olive. As this may be in
the nature of a surprise, we beg leave
to quote the precise paragraph of the
will ; 'And I hereby empower Mr.
Bernard Ralston to act in every respect
as the guardian of my child. I am
sure that Olive can havs no fitter or
wiser protector, none better qualified
to advise and to regulate her life ; and
should he—as I earnestly beg—accept
and fulfill this charge, I give and be
queath to the said Bernard Ralston, o
ver and above such reasonable expenses
as he may have incurred on my daugh
ter's behalf, the sum of £5,000, to be
paid by my executors on my daugh
ter's twenty-first birthday, as a small
tribute of my gratitude.'
The young lady is a very considera
ble heiress, in her eighteenth year, and
at present at a private pension in
France. Further pat ticulars will fol
low on your reply. We are, dear sir,
FANSHAWE & FITCH."
The gift of the proverbial white ele
phant could have produced in no heait
a greater consternation. What should
a retired and solitary student, of ser
ious pursuits and courtly manners, an
swer to such a challenge V If Clee
thorpe Ilall were large, It by no means
followed that he want more life within
it's bounds; and a girl in her teens,a
mere child, as with the sage wisdom of
five-and-thirty years he considered her !
How could her presence by his fireside
be harmonized with the quiet current
of the life he elected to live ?
Y'et the bait of five thousand pounds
was a temptation. The glories of Clee
thorpe Hall had been sadly tarnished
through the improvidence of Bernard's
father, and philosophy is not a particu
larly remunerative hobby to ride. Mr.
Humphrey Power's legacy, if not pre
cisely a fortune, would be an assistance
in the keeping up of the restrilted Clee
thorpe establishment. •
The matter was debated long and
anxiously, and as the result Mies Olive
Power arrived at the Hall one snowy
February morning. Slight of figure,
winsome of feature, with merry,violet
tinted brown eyes, and lips continually
parting in piquant smile over teeth of
whitest pearl,if he was properly to pro
tect his ward, his position might not
piove a sinecure. Neither did it.
The girl's beauty attracted suitors
as clover-blossom allure bees ; and it
was soon an open secret in the country
side that Miss Power, as well as being
a lonely and lovely young thing, was a
richly dowered one. This brought the
sometimes lugubrious voice of pru
denes into reasonable accord with the
chorus of adoration.
Bnt Olive was not minded to be an
easy capture for any of her wooers.
With a woman's instinctive dexerity
she kept them all at bay,and at twenty
A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE.
had escaped the necessity of as yet re
fusing any offer in formal and unequiv
ocal terms. She was developing a taste
for study which half amused,half inter
ested her guardian. One evening he
playfully rallied her ou her application
to sundry big volumes in the library.
"I shall be accused of transforming
a merry and bewitching young lady in
to a blue-stocking—a disciple of my
own dry-as-dust pursuits," he said ;
"some one soma day may have special
cause to blame me, I fear."
A sudden blush was on the maiden's
cheeks, and her glance fell. It was
impossible that she should misinterpret
"There is Oswald Ilarbury to think
of," Olive's guardian was during e
nough to add.
Two shining eyes were momentarily
uplifted. Was the Hash they gave one
of indignation, of scorn, or merely of
confusion at a betrayed secret ? Ber
nard could not guess.
"The nature of my employments can
make no difference whatever, in any
way that I can irnagiue, to Mr. Ilar
bury," she answered. Then—it seem
ed to Bernard a strange transition—
"Will you forgive me for asking a fa
vor V" she went swiftly on ; "I should
like—oh, so much !—to help in your
work. Could I not copy out your notes
or revise proofs sometimes ?"
What philosopher could have suc
cessfully lesisted the volunteered help
of such au amanuensis ? Not Bernard
It was summer, three months later
than the date of this conversation. Ol
ive's guardian was seeking his ward iu
her own boudoir, with a gloom upou
bis face and a depression of soul which
defied his analysis. He had a message
to convey and a proposal to informally
submit, which he had little doubt
would be accepted. Oswald Harbury,
the young owner of half Cleethorpe
had asked permission to lay himself
and his fortunes at Olive's feet. He
loved her, lie said ; he would do his
best to make her happy.
"And I believe that he will. He has
a home to offer you and is a true-heart
ed honorable gentleman. As your
guardian, Olive, lam bound to give
my sanction to so fair and promising a
suit. May I bid Mr. Harbury to come
and plead his own cause ?"
He bad spoken hoarsely and in a
queer far-off kind of voice that he hard
ly recognized as his own. It was sure
ly singular and must testify to an un
suspected weakness of character, that
the prospect of separation from the
ward oiiginally received with so much
doubt and dread thus make havoc of
his peace. He waited for the answer
in a suspense that was positively bar
rasing. At last it came.
"No you may not," Olive, said,"un
less, indeed, you wish to get rid of me
—to send me away. And not even
then, for I cannot consent to marry a
man whom Ido not love." 1
Send Olive away ! Was not every
pulse in his body beating with fierce,
unbidden joy at the verdict she had giv
en ? The measure of his present re
"That is a fear which my ward—my
wayward ward I never need harbor"
he said, with a slow broad smile ; "she
bus brought too much sunshine into
my lonely life for me to wish to lose
her. But change Is inevitable some
"Why ?" a low voice murmured ;
and again came the mysterious illu
mination of Olive's eyes.
"Because, Olive—lf for no other
reasons the years of my guardianship
will soon be at an end," he answered
steadily, almost steroly. He must face
the future resolutely, as benefitted a
teacher of his fellows.
And a few seconds later his quick,
nervous step was echoing in the pas
An early summer vacation in Switz
erland—when the glorious Alpine flora
should be at its loveliest—had been the
cherished dream of years of Bernard
Ralston, and it was realized. A wo
man's hand guided his steps thither
ward. Olive power had pursuaded
him to lay aside his work and make
playtime of the sunny weather.
"You can finish your book on 'Yaui
ty as a Force in Human Affairs' when
you return, and the critics will all say
that the last chapters are the bright
est," she said pleadingly. And when
she added a slight involuntary express
ion of her own eagerness for the change
he surrendered. The trio—Miss Rils
ton, Bernard's sister and housekeeper,
was Olive's chaperon—had now been
from England a fortnight.
They had reached the Riffel and weie
thus encamped under the shadow of the
majestic (grim and uncouth, for varia
tions of epithets) Matterhorn itself.
Here Olive went into ecstas:s. To
watch the sunrise bathe the rugged,
furrowed sides with waves of l ; quid
light, was an occupation of which she
never tired. And then there were the
Gorner Crat to visit,the Gorner Glaciet
At tho hotel there was pleasant arm
pany, including a couple of young A
raericans, who swept the otdinarily re
served and cautious student forward
into a participation in their own reck
less adventures by the sheer force of
enthusiasm. The three went off one
afternoon on a quest for edelweiss.
The gloom was thickening in gorge
and pass and gray shadows were to fol
low the crimson sunset glow on the
huge crests aloft before there was any
sign of a return. The ladies grew un
easy. Stories of accident and of awful
p*ril were staples of the conversation
al bill of fare in the hotel saloon,and in
variably exerted their influence on
nervous minds. In this case the pre
sentiment of evil was but surely justi
Two of the venturesome explorers
returned weary and disheveled, but
Bernard Ralston was missing.
" We thought be'was before us," ex
plained Mark Croxlord, the elder of
the brothers. "We drifted apart a
mong the boulders and lce-ridges of a
glacier-edge, and we looked for him to
rejoin us at the lower end af the track.
Not meeting him we supposed he had
hurried away homeward."
A sudden chill had gone to many a
heart in the little group of listeners.
The thought of precipices and of hid
den and treacherous dangers was in ev
ery one's mind. A search expedition
was quickly organized and started.
"I hear steps behind," said the guide
halting on the first stage of the journey
and prominently displaying ins lamp.
"Why it is Miss Power !" cried
Maik Croxford in astonishment.
It was indeed Oliye. With blanched
cheeks and agonized eyes and dauntless
resolution, she insisted on accompany
ing the seekers. It was at her request
that Bernard Ralston had came to
Switzerland. If he perished would it
not in a sense be her fault ? Better
that her own life should have been sa
crificed 1 To persuade the girl to re
turn was useless—only a loss of prec
ious minutes. With a muttered growl
of disapprobation the guide was com
pelled to allow ber to proceed.
Hours were spent in vain pursuit.
"Guide, is there any hope V" de
manded a Btout Cornishman, at hist.
"I fear none !" he answered ; at the
bottom of yonder chasm"
His words were cut short. A cry,
half triumphant, half fearful, slipped
from Olive Power's bloodless lips.
"Listen ! I hear a groan," she said.
A silence that might be felt prevail
"The wind across the glacier, miss,"
answered the leader in sulky despair.
"There is nothing for us but to go
"I will not," the girl declared, "un
til you tell me whose voice that is.
Hark ! it is no sound of wind I"
Again they listened, and again with
Mark Croxford gently laid his hand
on Olive's arm. "Believe me, you are
mistaken, Miss Power," he said ; you
do not suppose that any one ot us
would give up the search if the least
chance remained ? 13ut the guide
And yet,as he uttured his melancholy
remonstrance, there was a sound from
over the neighboring ice-floe, hard to
credit to eyen the most eerie of Swiss
"There 1 surely you hear it now ?"
the girl said.
If only to make clear the girl's folly
to herself, the quest was recommen
The quick ear of love had no* blun
dered, after all. This time a chance
gleam of the guide's 'antern over a jag
ged precipice-side revealed a dark form
huddled against an inner ledge. It
was Bernard Ralston, insensible from
the effects of his perilous fall, and pro
ving that he still lived only by an occa
"I beg pardon very humbly, Miss
Power," Mark Craxford whispered.
"And they tell me, Olive, that I owe
my life to you," the convalescent said,
wheeled out on the broad mountain
terrace of his resting-place. "How
shall I contrive to repay you, I wonder
Do you know—nay you cannot know—
I had a dream this morning. After
the doctor had left my room I dozed
and it seemed to me that—that the
dearest girl in the wide world and
surely the biavest—came to my side
and smoothed down the pillow—and—
dare I whisper the words ?—caressed
my forehead. It was singular, was it
Something in the poise of the averted
face awakened a swift suspicion—a
keen thrill of happiness.
"It cannot be that—that it was not a
dream ?" he queried. "That my ward
is willing to be still dearer—to be my
The small palm was not withdrawn,
the lovely crimsoned face was swiftly
nd momeptarily upturned, as he had
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seen it twice before, and this time a
look of ineffable content was mirrored
"If yon really desire so to extend
your guardianship of your 'wayward
ward,' mischievous accents answered.
And Bernard Balaton's sometime prob
lem had become his dearest treas
ure. Love itself had taught love's les
A Wanderer's Fate.
It was not a very loud voice, |but the
driver of the Second and Thiid street
car slowed up and waited for the bell.
It did not ring, so he went on again.
The driver looked round the side of
his car, but saw no one. The conduct
or heard the cry but only saw the driv
er. Again the car proceeded on its way,
and for the th'rd time the mysterious
voice was heard:
This time the conductor pulled the
bell, for the voice sounded|close to him.
They had just passed a saloon outside
of which stood a group of striking
weavers who, from their loud laughter,
appeared to be enjoying something
"Look on top o' yer ear," cried one
in a strong Yorkshire dialect.
The conductor got off his platform
and followed the directions of the weav
er's index finger. There perched on
the edge of the skylight, hanging on
like grim death, his wings fluttering
helplessly, sat a gray parrot.
"Well, if that ain't a rum'un," said
the conductor. "We can't stop, Polly;
we'll take you off when we gets to the
depot." And off they started. When
they reached Chestnut street, some
thing in the net-work of telegraphy and
electric light wires must haye irresisti
bly reminded Polly of her natiye for
rests. She walked sedately to the con
ductor's end of the car and in a plan
tive voice said*: "Wait for me I" flap
ped her gray pinions and, making a
scarlet parabola in the air with her jed
tail, alighted on one of the electric light
wires. She would haye been wiser had
she remained on the car.
The lamps were about to be lit. The
current was turned on, and—perhaps
was the "back kick"—she was beard to
shriek at the top of her voice :
And she fell, a helpless mass on the
pavement, a dead parrots
Woman's "Won't" in Greenland.
When the Danish missionaries had
secured the confidence of the Green
landers, marriage was made a relig
ious ceremony. Formerly the man
married the woman by force. One of
the missionaries, writing in his jour
nal, describes the present style as fol
lows .• The hopeful suitor coming to
the missionaries says :
'I should like to have a wife.'
'Whom V asks the missionary.
The man names the woman.
'Hast thou spoken to her V
Sometimes the man will answer:
'Yes; she is not unwilling, but thou
More frequently the answer is :
'Why not V
'lt is difficult; girls are prudish.
Thou must speak to her.'
The missionary summons the girl,
and after a little conversation, says:
'I think it is time to have thee mar
'I won't marry.'
'What a pity ! I had a suitor for
The missionary names the man
who sought his aid.
'He is good for nothing ; I won't
'But,' replies the missionary, 'he is
a good provider ; he throws his har
poon with skill, and loves thee.'
Though listening to his praise with
evident pleasure, the girl answers :
'I won't marry him.*
'Well, I won't force thee. I shall
soon find a wife for such a clevei fel
The missionary remains silent, as
though he understood her 'No' to have
ended the matter. At last, with a
sigh, she whispers .•
'Just as thou wilt.'
'No,' replies the clergyman,'as thou
wilt; I'll not persuadejthee. 9
Then, with'a deep groan, the 'girl
And the matter is settled.
A crusty old bachelor sends us the fol
lowing conundrum : What is the dif
ference between a honeycomb and a
honeymoon ? A honeycomb consists
of a number of small 'cells' and a hon
eymoon consists of one grand 'sell.'
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II is not always the costliest home
that is tho happiest. Now, take the
Indian wigwam. It do9en't contain
tho luxuries of the bank president's
home. All the carpet is an odd robe or
two; the luxurious arm chair is the
ground, and tnere is no bric-a-brac ex
cept a scalp or two. Yet the Indian la
happy. There is not a shadow to dim
the pure old gold sunshine of his wild
life. II e sees the smoke curl softly up
ward from under tha kettle that con
tains his meal, and float away through
the rustling needle of the pine. "
This picture makes his happiness
completers be lies on the ground calm
ly smoking and watching his wife do
all the work. It is no wonder the In
dian likes home, because that is the
place where he never has anything to
do but sit aro'und and sleep. When he
comes in from the hunt he is never sent
off to the vil'age to have some cretonne
matched, or told to sit t and hold three
or four hanks of yarn that are to be
wound; he dosen't have to take care of
the papoose while his squaw goes out
shopping, he dosen't have to stand on a
barrel and build up the obstinate stove
pipe section by section, with the soot
pouring down in his eyes. He isn't
asked what every woman he met bad
on, and is consequently not blown up
for not having noticed.
Think what a happy home the Indian
has, when yon come to consider that
his wife doesn't wear silk dresses, or
twenty dollar bonnets, or care any
thing about operas, or horses and car
riages. Why the squaw is perfectly
happy in a blouse and a pair of army
trousers. The noble woman makes ev
ery sacrifice to render her husband hap
py. II never knows what it is ito be
kept awake half the night to be talked
into making some frivolous and unuec'
essary purchase, or to learu that the
squaw in the next wigwam possesses
something that his does not. These
are some of the things that tend to
make the Indian's home happy.—
One Hundred and Twenty Miles on
Oxen can be readily trained to be goy
erned by a bridle and to carry a rider.
When a boy we bad an ox broken thus
as well as a horse. This was of course
done for the novelty of it, as there are
plenty of saddle horses on the farm.
The Fort Worth (Texas) Gaxette gives
the following; "An old gentleman
named Jones rode from Oak Grove, 15
miles from here, to a neighborhood 45
miles south of here, on Wednesday, to
notify his daughter that her mother
wa* dangerously ill. He did not ride a
wild and untamed horse of the pampas,
nor ride iu a chariot, but mounted the
hurricane deck of a two-year-old steer
and made the trip of 60 miles in 16 hours.
He started on his return this morning
before the sun was up, his daughter ac
companying him, riding a pony, while
the old gentleman contented himself
with his faithful bovine. The party
arrived at Fort Worth at 7 o'clock last
night, and after some simple refresh
ments and a little rest proceeded on
their way, intending to make the re
mainder of the journey by midnight,
thus accomplishing 120 miles in 48
hours on steerback, a feat never oefo:e
Oil on Troubled Waters.
Off the Texas coast, and near the
mouth of the Sabine River exists a
phenomenon known as the "Oil Spot."
When a tempest ranges this two miles
in length remains perfectly calm, and
its waters perfectly still,* their only
change being that they become tur
bid and red, as though the oil-bearing
mud was stirred up from below. A
broad belt of white foam t.nd tower
ing breakers marks where the waven,
rolling shoreward,with the force gath
ered in au unbroken sweep of 100 miles
across the gulf, are suddenly arrested
and sink down powerless so soon as
they come within the mysterious in
fluence. Sailors who have here found
refuge state that is of soft,
soapy mud, into which they can easily
push a pole to a considerable depth, a
mud which, when applied to deck
scrubbing, is found to be exceedingly
A happy old Democrat in a town
near Boston, flushed with his party's
victory, sought out his old church last
Sunday, and was greeted with surprise
by acquaintances who had mi9sed him
from the services for years. * Wh/,how
does this happeu ?' asked one. * Well,"
answered the Democrat, 'the Lord has
got around onto the right side again,
and I thought best to give him my en
'What do you want?' asked Pat.
'Nothing,' was the reply. 'Then you'll
find It in the jug where the whiskey