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"I never was so disappointed in a giil in my life," said Mrs. Briggs. "I thought she had some grit about her. But, there ! I might as well have an old dish-rag in my kitchen as Meta Mil ton 1" M3ta herself, if the truth were to be told, was equally disillusionized. She had fancied that life in the countiy was all roses,new-mown hay and night ingales ; an 1 when it came to getting up before daybreak, churning by the half-hour iu a blue-mold smelling cel lar, scrubbing kitchen floors and bak ing hot-cakes for a tableful ot shirt sleeved farm hands, she was completely taken aback. There were no lanes wherein to lin ger at dusk (Mr. Briggs was a great deal too caieful of his land to let any part of it run to waste), no pictures que old well-sweeps or ivy-clad ruins. Cabbages grew in rows ; onion patches flung their perfume on the air, and directly in of the main door there was a fifld of monster tobacco leaves. "Aud ef you've got any time to spare," said Mr. Briggs, "you'd better lay it out in pickin' them plaguy big worms off ths terbaoker,instead o' cut tin' round the country alter wild-flow eis I" Meta bad been a shop-girl in a Bridgeport store Before she came to hei Cousin Briggs'. Her health had failed ; the doctor had advised coun try air, new milk and change of scene. Mrs. Briggs, on being written to,had unwillingly consented that Meta should spend the summer there. "She must be a poor creetur, indeed, if she can't earn her board and a little more into the bargain," said Mrs. Briggs, who was one of those griping, grinding taskmistresses who think of trade and profit alone. But Meta had not passed triumphant ly through the ordeal. Perhaps she had not fully regained her strength. Per haps she had become discouraged with the endless treadmill of work which Mrs. Briggs provided for her. She was a pale, pretty girl, wilh fair hair, large, sorrowful blue eyes, and a color that came and went iwith flickei • iug brilliance. "And it's my opinion," said Mrs. Briggs, who was in the habit of flying around the house with her head tied up in a cotton pocket-handkerchief, "that she spends adeal too much time a-hxin' up and prinkin' before the glass—white lace at her neck every day and a ribbon bow and white aprons of an afternoon. Checked gingham is good enough for me, and it ought to her. " At the end of the first month, Mrs. Briggs told Meta, with engaging frauk uess, that she had not proved equal to the emergency. "I guess we don't want you here no more," said Mrs. Briggs. "You ain't got no more strength than a rabbit, and, anyway, there ain't no calculation about you. You may do very well as a store-girl, but you won't never earn your bread at general housework." Meta sighed. "But what am Ito do ?" said she. "Where am I to go ?" "That's your affair," said Mrs. Briggs. Aud then she went to take her bread out of the oyeu. John Perkins, the nephew of the old deacon who lived in the brick house on the hill, and had more money than the best arithmetician in Yellow Plains could count, came the next day to drive Meta and her poor little trunk to the stage-station. John had seen Meta at church. lie had stood beside her more than once at singing school ; and one night,when the cattle were obstreperous, he had come to the rescue, and helped Meta drive them home. So, when Farmer Briggs sent over word that his horse was lame, and ask ed for the loan of Deacon Perkins' roan cob to carry Meta Miltonto the station, John himself had volunteered to act as charioteer. "Going away, hey ?" said John, when they had ridden a short distance in si- LCUCG "Yes," said Meta, sadly, "I am go ing away." "Didn't like the folks ?" said John. "I tried to like them," said Meta ; "but Mrs. Briggs was not suited with me. The washings were too heavy and it gave me a pain in the side to lift the tubs." "You do look rather slim," observed John. MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JUNE 4., 1885. And lie chewed a straw in s.lcnee,for some time before lie asked with some abruptness : "And where are you bound for ?" 4, l don't know," said Mela. "I can't go back to the store because my place is tilled up : and it's very liaid to get work any where at this time of the year. The doctor said I ought to stay a year at least i'i the country ; but Mrs. Briggs has got another girl and—'* Here John Perkins suddenly arrested the course of the roan-cob, and began turning him scientifically around. "Dear dear I" said Meta, "have we got into the wrong ro* d V" "No," said John Perkins. "Not as I know of. Hut if the doctor said you ought to stay a year, then a year you stay." "But where ?" said Meta. "With us l v said John Perkins. "I've took a notion to you,Meta. The first time I ever set eyes on you, I said to myself, 'Here's the gal for me 1' And if you'll marry me, Meta, I'll do my best to take care of you and be a good husband to you." "Marry you J" repeated Met*, and she looked timidly into John Perkins' honest gray eyes, and then she added : "Yes, Mr. Perkins, I will 1" "Shall we go right to the parson's ?" said Jonn. "I—l suppose so," said Meta. "It's the best way," said John. "If I begin a job, I generally like to go on with it." So they were married. Meta went back to Mr. Briggs' f bouse, until her young nusband could break the news to his uncle. Jirs. Briggs received the bride with some faint semblance of welcome. "John Perkins is a likely fellow," said she, "and the deacon is the richest man in Yellow Plains. I will allow, Meta, ill at you haven't done badly for yourself. If you'd told me what you was calculatiu' for—" "But I was not calculating," said Meta, indignantly. "I nevei thought of such a thing, until John asked me to be his wife." "That'll do to tell," said Mrs. Briggs with a dry chuckle. Meanwhile, John went bravely to his uncle. "Uncle," said he, "I guess you'll have to spare me a bigger room arter this. Deacon Perkins, adriod-up, withered old man, with a strong likeness to the chimpanzee tribe, looked up from bis account-book with a snarl, which re yealed a set of ragged, yellow teeth. "A bigger room ? m said he. "What for V" "There's at least a dozen rooms in the house you don't use," said John, "and they'd be all the better for being occupied ; and besides"—as if this was a mere incidental fact—"l've been getting married 1" The deacon dropped his spectacle case, and as John picked it up and handed it back to him, he added : "To Meta Milton." The deacon's little eyes glittered like very small gas-lamps, seen through a November fog. "You ; ve married her, have you V said he. "Yes, sir," said John. "Well then," said the deacon, "you can take her somewhere else and sup port her, for I'll never see nor speak to either one of you again as long as I live !" "Do you really mean it,uncle ?" said John. "Am I in the habit of joking ?" said Mr, Perkins, with an ugly grin, that made him more chimpanzee-like than ever. "If you're so very independent, you can go and hang out your flag of freedom at your leisure I" This was rather hard on John, who had always been taught to regard him self as his uncle's adopted child. But he was too proud to sue for a rich man's favor. 4 'Just as you please, sir," said lie. "But won't you let me bring Meta to see you V" "No, I won't !" said the deacon. "Oh, John, I have ruined you I" said Meta. when he came back to tell the tale. "Ruined me, puss ?" said lie cheer fully-"not a bit of it 1 You've been the making of rqe. It ain't good for nobody to hang on the coat-skirts of a rich man. I'm more independent now that I have been for ten years. If Mrs. Briggs will let us stay here for a few days—" "I couldn't, possibly I" said Mrs. Briggs,freezing visibly. "If your good pious uucle discountenances you, it ain't for me to set myself up ag'in his judgement." "Yery well," said John ; "Farmer Drake wants a hand to help clear up the maple hills this winter—l'll engage with him. My Meta shall have a good home somewhere 1" When Mrs. Briggs heard that John ■ Perkins had rented the little one-stor- A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE ied cabin by the railroad,and furnished it for his bride, 3ho shook hor head forebodingly. "If Meta can put up with a hole like that, she hain't no proper pride," said she. But Meta was as happy as a lark. It was a humble home, but it was her own. And John came home to it every night, with a face as cheerful as the dawn. "I wish it was a palace, puss, for your sake," said he. "1 couldn't be happier, John, i! it was," Meta brightly answered. 44 And you dou't mind your Cousin Biigg passing you in the street, with out speaking to you V" "Not in the least, if you don't mind Deacon Perkins returning your letters unopened." "He is an ill-tempered old crab," said John, with a hearty laugh. "And she," merrily retorted Meta, "is a venomous old gossip." While the public opinion of Yellow Plains unanimously condemued Mr. and Mrs. Perkins to the poor-house in the course of a brief time. "He liasu't a cent of capital," suid one neighbor. "And she ain't no management and never had," said auother. 44 Buys baker's breau, and makes her pie-crust with butter instead o' diip pin's," said Mrs. Briggs. "Did any one ever hear of such shiftlessness ? I, for one, wash my hands ot them." Until, one day. Deacon Perkins died sitting in tiis chair, with his spectacles on his nose. "We'll go to the funeral, Meta,"said John to his wife. "Of course lie has left all his money to the Gatawooche Ind ; an Jfission, as he always said he would. But ho was fmy uucle, after all." 44 Very well," said Jfeta. 44 We'll go." All the neighborhood was there, of course. The richest man in Yellow Plains did not depart this life every day. But every one looked coldly upon the youug couple as they entered, and Jfrs. Briggs studiously evaded .them. When the burial ceremonies were o ver, Mr. Briggs sidled up to the lawyer, a fat man, with a shining bald head and a white moustache. "It's about the mortgage, Squire Coyte," said he. "That one that Dea con Perkins had on our farm. I do hope the Gattawoochee Indians won't he particular about takin'it up jest yet, because times is hard, and I ain't no ways prepared. The interest is a little behind to be sure, but—" "What have the Gattawoochee In dians got to do with it ?" 3aid the squire, crisply. "Why, they're the heirs, folks tell me," said Mr. Briggs, uneasily twirl ing his thumbs. "Not at all," said Mr. Coyte. "The Gattawoochee Indian will was destroy ed long ag- ; and Mr. Perkins never made another. The heir to all the property is the next of kin,his nephew. John Perkins." Public opinion changed as quickly as only public opinion can do, when this piece of news became bruited a broad. Every body discovered all of _a sud den that they had always! sympathized with the dear young couple—that John Perkins was a noble fellow, and his wife .Meta one of tne salt of the earth. And Jfrs. Briggs came humbly to the redbrick mansion on the hill to see Jfeta, and beg her to intercede with her husband in their behalf. "About the mortgage," said she, "that Deacou Perkins had on our farm. It's over-due, and Briggs hasn't been as regular with the interest as I could have wished ; but Ido hope, 3/eta, he won't be hard with us I" It was a bitter pill for 3/rs. Briggs to swallow, but Me ta did not exalt o ver her fallen foe. "Of course he will not be hard with you, Cousin Briggs," said she, kindly. "Are we not relations ? And now you ftiust sit down and have a enp of tea with us, and John will send the box wagon down for your husband to come and spend the evening." The tears came into Mrs. Briggs' eye 3. "I do feel sort o' faint," said she. •'I never slept none last night, thiukin' what would become of us if the old home was jtook away. But I'm all right now, Me ta, thanks to you I" And she said, when she got home to her fireside : "If ever coals of fire was heaped on a human head, Me ta Perkins heaped 'em on mine this day." "She's a good gal," said Farmer Briggs—"a good gal I" The love and affection that exists be tween brothers frequently begins to ex ist when they are mero children. 'Will Tommy always be younger than I am V asked a little Texas boy of his mother. 'Yes, sonnv.' 'That's bully. I'll always be able to lick him and take his things away from him as long as he lives.'— Siftinys. Paid in His Own Coin. William Rosea Ballon narrates in the Chicago Saturday Ecnxiny ll< raid the following romantic story: In the north ern limits of the City of New York is a colossal apartment house,whose spac ious flats are occupied by many wealthy people. In one of th?se largo and roomy suits resides a widow, whose twenty tiye millions certainly entitle her to recognition in the "Herald" list of the lady millionaires of the metropolis, re cently published. Dearer to than her vast possessions is a loyely daughter, gifted with all the wealth of refinement, graces and culture that study, travel and contact can bestow. Not many years ago,a Russian noble was appoint ed to an important diplomatic mission to Washington. He met the fair A tueriean, then just budding into wo manhood, and a case of love at first sight transpired. In the first bliss of courtship the noble followed the travels of the family around the world,exhibit ing his deep devotion before the gaze of all nations. Far up iu the Alps, the widow received an alarming dispatch from New York, disclosing a theft by agent, his flight, and her possible pov erty. The Russian was consulted. In stead oi offering advice and assistance, he congealed into Russian frigidity. 4 I think,' he said to his lady love, 'that as your status has not continued as Ijfouiid it, we had better part.' The lady did not reply. She turned her back upon him. The widowed lady and her daughter hastened to America, and fouud affairs in a mixed condition,but easy of repair. They spent six months in the West, looking after their estates,and as much morejtime iu the East repairing their fortunes, so that in one year's time all of this former glory was restored. Not long thereafter his Russian highness was sent to this country, as Envoy Ex traordinary. Ye paused in .New YOrk to rest before proceeding to Washing ton, and met a cousin of his former love. 'By the way,' said the cousin, 'speak ing of the way shattered fortunes are repaired in America, there is the case of a member of our family, Mrs X. She had most of her property stolen and the rest left in a bad' Condition, but iu one year's time she lias caught aud punish ed the thief, recovered all her poses sions, and is now better off than ever.' 'Where do they reside ?' asked the suddenly interested noble. 'At the Y fiats. But whj do you ask V 'Oh, I am going there to tell the A merican girl 1 will marry her at once.' That evening an elegant coach drove into the rotunda of the Y flats. A gentleman in evening court dress, dec orated in medals and ribbons denoting his many orders, ascended the elevator immediately following a card bearing the title : "Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary to the United States cf America." Miss X was seated alone in the draw ing room. To the eager Russian she had never worn such loveliness, such stately demeanor. She arose as he bow ed to the floor and endeavored to kiss her hand. lie fell on his knees and caught the hem of her skirts. 'Forgive me, ray dear.' he 'I was not aware ot the remarkable changes in the American life. Be my adored wife and you shall never again have cause to doubt me.'' She regarded him coldly a moment and then turned her back toward him, as upon a previous occasion. 'I think,' she said, adopting his own language, 'that since your status has not contin ued a9 I tound it, we had better part.' Preacher Davies and King George. When president of Princetown col lege, Samuel Davies visited England for the purpose of obtaining donations for the institution, the king (George II,) had a curiosity to hear a preacher from 'the wilds of America.' He ac cordingly attended, and was so much struck with his commanding eloquence that he expressed his astonishment loud enough to be heard half way o ver the house, in such terms as these ; 'He"is a wonderful man !' 'Why, he beats my bishop !' etc. Davies ob serving that the king was attracting more attention than himself, paused, and, looking his majesty in the face, gave him, in an emphatic tone, the following beautiful rebuke : 'When the lion roareth, let the beasts of the forest tremble; and when the Lord speaketh, let the kings of the earth keep silent.' The king instantly shrank back in his seat, like a school boy who had been rapped on the head by his master,and remained quiet dur ing the remainder of the sermon. The next day the monarch sent for him, and gave him fifty guineas for the in stitution over which he presided, ob serving at the same time to his court iers : 'He is an honest man—an hon est man.' Terras, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. HOW GREELY WAS FOIYD. The story of the relief expedition sent out by the United States in search of Lieutenant Greely and his party, ice im in Hied in the Arctic regions, is full of interest. Particularly pathetic is this account of how a search party from the relief vessels came across the seven survivors : At last the boat arrived at the site of the wreck-cache, and the shore was eagerly scanned, but nothing could be seen. Hounding the next point, the cutter opened out the cove beyond. There on the top of a little ridge, fifty or sxtyJyards above the ice-foot, was plainly outlined the figure of a man. Instautly the coxswain caught up the boat hook and waved liis flag. The man on the ridge had seen them, for he stopped, picked up the signal flag from the rock, and waved it in reply. Then he was seen coming slowly and cau tiously down the steep rocky slope. Twice he fell down before he readied the foot. As he approached .still walk ing feebly and with difficulty, Co'well hailed him from the bow of the boat: 'Who all are there left ?' 'Seven left.' As the cutter struck the ice, Colwell jumped off uud went up to him. lie was a ghastly sight, iiis cheeks were hollow,his eyes wild, his hair and beard long and matted. liis army blouse, covering .several thicknesses of shirts and jackets, was ragged and dirty. He wore a little fur cap and rough racc cassins of untanned leather tied around the legs. As he spoke, his utterance was thick and mumbling andjin his ag itation his jaws worked in convulsive twitches. As the two met, the man, with a sudden impulse, took off his glove and shook Colwell's hand. 'Where are they ?' asked Colwell briefly. 'ln the tent,'said the man, pointing over his shoulder, 'over the hill—the tent is down.' 'ls Mr. Greely alive ?' 'Yes, Greely's alive.' 'Any other officers ?' 'No.' Then he repeated absently, 'The tent is down.' 'Who are you V 'Long.' Before this colloquy was over, Lowe and Norman had staited up the hill. Hastily filling his pockets with bread, and taking the two cans of pemmican Colwell told the cockswain to take Long into the cutter, and started after the others with Ash. Beaching the crest of the ridge, and looking south ward, they saw spread out before them a desolate expanse of rocky ground, sloping gradually from a ridge on the east to the ice-covered shore, which at the west made'in and formed a coye. Back of the level space was a range of hills rising up 800 feet, with a precip itous face, broken in two by a gorge, through which the wind was blowing furiously. On a little elevation direct ly in front was the tent. Hurrying a cross tlie interyening hollow, Colwell came up with Lowe and Norman, just as they were greeting a soldierly look ing man who had just come out from the tent. As Colwell approached, Norman was saying to the man: 'There's the lieutenant.' And he added to Colwell: 'This is Sergeant'Lralnard.' Brainard immediately drew himself up to the 'position of a soldier,' aud was about to salute,"when Colwell took his hand. At this moment there was a confused murmur within the tent, and a jvoice said .* 'Who's there V Norman answered: 'lt is Norman — Norman who was in the Proteus.' This ;was followed by cries of 'Oh, it's Norman 1' and a sound like a fee ble cheer. Meanwhile one of the relief party, who in his agitation and excitement was crying like a child, was down on his hands and knees trying to roll away the stones that held down the flapping tent cloth. The tent was a 'tepik' or wigwam tent, with a fly attached. The fly with its posts and ridge-pole had been wrecked by the gale which had been blowing for thirty-six hours, and the pole of the tepik was toppling over, and only kept in plase by the guy ropes. There was no entrance except under the flap opening, which was held down by stones. Colwell called for a knife, cut a slit in the tent cover and looked in. It was a sight of horror. On one side, close to the opening, with his head to ward the.outside, lay what was appa rently a dead man. His jaw had drop ped, his eyes were open, but fixed and glassy, his limbs were motionless. On the opposite side was a|poor!fellow,alive to be sure, but without hands or feet, and with a spoon tied to the stump of his right arm. Two others, seated on the giound in the middle, had just got down a rubber bottle that hung on the tent pole, and were pouring from it in to a tin can. Directly opposite, on his hands aud knees, was a dark man with a long matted beard, in a dirty and tat tered dressing gown with a little red skull cap on his head, brilliant, NO. 22. •JJEWBEAPER LAWS It mibwribors order tin* discontinuation of newspapers ilt nonilshoi* may continue to si'ixl ihi'iu until all arrearages are paid. if HUbrtortlH'Vß refuse or nwelect lo lake their new spa per.* from Ihe ofliee I o which they are sent lhe> are held respons|i4o iinti}Ho > havese $6 oo |ro k 700 1000 15 00 30 00 40 CO 1 * 1000] 15 00 23t)0 4500 7500 One Inch makes a squnro. Administrators and Executors 1 Notices #2.50. Transient adver tisement* mid locals 10 cents per line for fhrs insertion and 5 cents per line for each addition al inseition staring eyes. As Colwell appeared, he raised himself a little and put on a pair of eye-glasses. 'Who are you ?' asked Colwell. The man made no answer, staring at him vacantly. 'Who are you V again. One of the men spoke up; 'That's the Major—Major Greely.' Colwell crawled in and took him by the hand, saying to him, 'Greely is this you ?' 'Yes,'' said Greely in a faint, broken voice, hesitating and shuffling with his words, 'Yes—seven of us left—here we are—dying—like men. Did what I came to do—beat the best record.' Then he fell back exhausted. Then Be Sat Down. They tell a story of Congressman Finerty's experience at a small town in the south of Illinois, where he had been invited to speak 'fdi the cause.' When the audience was assembled, the Congressman was to be introduced by a prominent resident, a gentleman in an archaic tail coat, who had but im perfectly caught the name of the orator and was a little deaf. 'Ladies and gentlemen,' said the chairman, hoarsely, *1 will now have the honor of introducing to you, and you will have the pleasure of listening to the talented Irish orator whose name is so familiar to the Irishmen of the West—Mistber Eiunegan !' Here the chairman felt a pull at his capacious coat-tail, and heard an awful yoice whisper, 4 Finerty ! Not Finnegan —Finertv I' 'Eh ? What's that ? Oh, yes I Ye see, I forgot! Ladies and gentlemen 1 made a mistake. The talented young orator who is about to address us, and with whose name we are all familiar Is Mistlier Flaherty!' Once again the warning pull at his coat-tail, and a voice like a cyclone, struggling to keep itself under control, hissed, 'Finerty 1 Finerty 1 !' The chairman turned as many colors as a school of dying dolphins, while great drops of perspiration bedewed his forehead. 'Ladies and gentlemen, ye will now have the pleasure of listening to the brilliant young orator, whose name is a household word among us—Misther Fitzjjjarrld I* Aud he sat down, leaving the brill iant young orator to address an audi ence to which he had been introduced by almost eyery name but his own. ■ Grant and the Kentucky Ladies. The Kentucky women are as enthus iastic about horses as the men. They unhesitatingly place the horses before themselves as the great attractions of the state. I remember hearing a conver* sation between General Grant and a Kentucay girl at the St. Louis Mer chants' Exchange in 1875, when Presi dent Grant was visiting the St. Louis fair. A number of ladies were intro duced to the President, whereupon he spoke in very high terms of St. Louis, the fair, &c. "You aie mistaken, Mr. President—we are not from St.Louis," laughingly said oue of the girl, "we are from Kentucky, a very fine state, you know, which possesses three things ail men of taste must appreciate." Smil - ingly, the President asked her what they were. She answered : "We have the fastest horses, the prettiest women and the finest wuisky in the world." The President replied : "Your tnrses are certainly justly renowned ; I have some on my farm near here ; yourself and party prove the correctness of your pecond observation, but whiskey is one of the things that require age, and your men consume it so fast that it rarely has a fair chance to become good." The girls thought that if Gen eral Grant could not make a long speech he was apt at repartee. She Had Pound Him. A pretty young mamma, with a little girl by her side nearly as pretty as her self, was being entertained by a male stranger, who had struck up an ac quaintance through the usual and al ways convenient mediumship cf the lit tle girl girl. The stranger did all the talking. He was one of these men who thiuk they know everything, but only rarely get a good chance to tell it. The lady answered only in monosyllables. The little girl listened patiently and demurely for a time, and then began to fidget around in her seat, Fiually, as the stranger stopped for breath, she said. "Mamma, you've found one, ain't you V" "What, my dear ?" 'Why, don't you remember what you told papa when he said you'd be lone some on the cars ? You said you'd find some bore to talk you to sleep." Mamma looked out of the window and the stranger suddenly thought he had better go into the smoking car to find bis friend. SUBSCRIBE for the JOURNAL.