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One "afternoon, in Central Park, when the late spring was making stren uous efforts to assist herself by means ot a shivering fringe of green hung up on naked boughs, and by a tinge of red, like a blush for her tardiness, over the bushes of Pyrns japonica, the maiu drive offered the usual spectacle of pleasure-seekers on wheels, rolling at a discreet rate of speed between Fifty ninth street and One-hundred and tenth street, and back again, while keeping carefully in view of each other's equipages, horses, grooms, and gowus. Passing in review the rapid succes sion of coaches, landaus, victorias, broughams, wagonettes, T carts, til burys and village carts, sprinkled with less pretending buggies and hansoro cabs, a young man on horse kept his spirited steed in check, curveting back and forth at the entrance of one of the equestrain roads crossing the principal drive, until a trig policeman began to cast upon him side glances of a decid. edly investigating character. Evident ly the young man's search was vain,for a look of annoyance came upon his o pen face,and giving his horse an unrea sonable cut with the ridiug-stick, he at last consented to gallop away from the spot he bad so long haunted. At that exact moment another rider cantering lightly along the bridle path, emerged from the trees ahead, bringing face to face with him a pretty girl with golden hair, and a bunch of narcissus iu the breast of her well-cut habit. "You told me you were to drive with your mamma!" abruptly exclaimed the young gentleman ; to which the lovely Amazon replied, blushing slight ly and tossing her head, that she could not know she wa9 obliged to render an exact account of her doings to every person w,ith whom she might chance to dance at Mrs. Gardiner's ball. The groom coming up at this juncture di verted conversation from an apparent ly threatening channel. In the most natural manner our young gentleman's horse was turned, and the couple were making their way through the dreary suburb on the west side of the park, to emerge upon the beautiful Riverside Drive. Here a wide and admirably made road runs parallel with the Hud son, whose tranquil bosom, skimmed by white-winged sail-boats or scarred by bustling steamers along tbe channel, reflects, on the farther side, the wood crowned summits of the Palisades and the colors of the sky. "To enjoy the Riverside," the young man said, "one should resemble the 'true love* of the early English poet, who 'looks not back, his eyes are fixt afore.' Let me recommend you to im pose a forfeit on yourself for turning your head one moment from the left as we follow up the avenue. In this way you may be able to preserve the illus ion that your are out of town." "It's all of a piece with everything here," the girl answered, with a discon tented glance at the landscape on the right. There, amid a curious combin ation of squalor and ambitious archi tecture, she chanced to see the grassy slope in front of a squattei's shanty, where in a wilderness of rubbish and tomato cans, two sportive goats were assuming the attitude of the supporters of the British coat of arms. Beyoud an open expanse of rocky hillside, streets and boulevards In various stages of constructions were to be seen. To Miss Caroline Heath, aged twenty-one, recently returned from a six years' resi dence in Europe, the incompleteness of American affairs in was a source of continual comment. Edgar Barclay,, on the contray, the son of a Western man, who after making a for tune In Cleveland had moved to New York to spend it, was a warm defend er of our peculiar institutions, and coming from other lips than those of the present critic, would have resented unflattering comments upon them with emphasis. They had now turned into a broad boulevard, and followed it to an end, indicated by the presence of workmen with their impediments making a bar rier across the road. "Let us go on," Carry urged. "Yonder, on that hilltop, I see a genu ine old house that must have been there since the Revolution at least. I am determined to ride up and have a peep at it. Apparently uninhabitated but for a pale ring of smoke from the kitchen chimney, the old house stood in melan choly isolation upon a bluff overlooking the river. The avenue there in process of construction bad ruthlessly shaved | off the near side of the hill, leaving ex posed a steep and gravelly incline crowned with the straggling grasses of an ancient lawn. Around the white columns of the portico grew walnut and chestnut trees, and in the garden at the rear was seen a ruined summer boose, and several broken statutes ar MILLHETM PA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 24., 1885. fsiug amid an unprunt d growth of box. Cocking their ears cautiously at the unusuulne93 of the proceeding, the hor ses consented to be guided up a pre cipitous path along the edge of the de clivity, Barclay conscious of a feeling of relief when his adventurous young comrade had finally attained her wish, and stood facing the moss-grown porti co. "Nobody lives here, that's plain," said willful Caroline. t4 Mr. Barclay, I am determined to explore." So saying, she slipped lightly from 1 the saddle, gathered up her jaunty hah it, and ran around through the weedy garden at the side. Barclay, consign ing his horse to the groom, followed iu time to see her engaged in active con versation with a deaf old dame who emerged from a moldy kitchen at the rear. "She says we may have water from the well, and leave to look at this love ly river view," 3ried the explorer. 44 1t appears that tbe house is owned by one maiden lady, whose family has always lived here. If I may trust to my hith er-to iufallible powers of intuition, the mistress is a little out of repair in her upper story, and the maid is afraid of her. Come, Mr. Barclay, turn away at this handle. How long is it since I have had the satisfaction of drinking from the 4 moss-covered bucket that bangs in the well ?' There that's de liriously cold and pure. Do you see, this garden must have been a stately one in its prime. I wonder if the an cient dragon would be induced to let us baye a glimpse of the interior of the house ? I'm positively wild to try." Nobody withstood Caroline, so Bar clay was not particularly surprised to eee her return from a second interview with the old woman, beckoning him with a mysterious forefinger. 44 We're to see the gound-floor. It is the hour for Miss Siliman's after noon nap, when she never comes down stairs. Hush ! tread like a burglar, and follow me." In the wake of the ancient guardian our two young people went from one room to another, filled with handsome furniture of the pattern peculiar to a century ago. Old mahogany, fluted fire-boards, stiff chairs,convex mirrors, black-lramed mezzo tints,knobs of brass or crystal, there ruled supreme, their sway undisputed by the appendages of modern luxury as seen everywhere to day. It was in the best parlor that their guide came to a halt, waving her withered hand with a faint show of pride in its faded splendor. "That's all there is to it," she said, in a croaking voice. "I guess them things is solid." "Either lam dreaming or that por trait of the lady in the red frock with balloon sleeves resembles you," Caro line suddenly exclaimed, turning upon Barclay an astonished gaze. "She is enough like you to be your—what ?" She paused puzzled by the date. "My great-grandmother, great-aunt —what you will," said Barclay, laugh ing. "I wish I were lucky enough to be able to lay claim to her, but unfor tunately if we have any weird respecta bility of this kind in the east, I have yet to be informed of it. My mother, who died in my childhood, was born west, and my-father is a westerner, root and brauch." "It is astonishing," pursued Caro line ; and even the purblind eyes of the old woman lighted with some thing like assent. "She 'ain't no one belongiu' to her I ever heered of," croaked the old crea ture, pointing upward with her thumb. "The last on 'em to die was Miss Ta- Utha, and she's Miss Louise, They was great folks once, I've heerd tell, but that was before I came here. She was plnchin' poor till the city tuk the place to run a road through, an' now they say there's a fortune in the bank for her. She don't spend none of it, sartin sure. The two of us don't eat more'n'd keep a mouse from starvin', an' there ain't nobody else." "I breathe freer," Caroline said, when, after presenting a gratuity to their guide,tbe two mounted again and rode out of the enclosure. "After all, I like tho sunsnine best. But I wish I had seen the queer old lady ; and to that portait, it is simply your double, deuy it as you may." "I am more occupied in wondering if I can get my horse by that steam drill down yonder," Edgar said. "lie has a rooted objection to anything of the kind, and this path does not offer much room for antics on his part. Your gray is quiet, Miss Ileath ; you had better wait here, and let me lead the wav." Hardly had he spoken when the en gine beneath them sent forth a suddeu rush of hissing steam. Carolino re pressed an exclamation of alarm. Bar clay's horse, rearing* violenty, giazed the edge of the steep declivity, then set off at a run. Half-way to the bot tom he slipped, his rider falling over his head, the horse rolling completely A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE over, aud recovering himself to stand shivering with terror beside Barclay's prostrate form. Before a number of men from the gang at work helow could reach him, Caroline was at his side, the groom following. Barclay, catching one glimpse of the face bent over him, tried to speak re-assuringly, but fainted in the effort. Without consulting tlio young ,lady, the men ran up to the house upon the hill, re turning with a shutter, upou which they carried the Injured man gently a long the path he bad just descended into the house, laying him down with out interference from its guardian in the dim old parlor immediately beneath tne portrait of the lady with the sleeves. The bustle of their entrance stirred from her solitude upstairs the other dweller in this silent mansion. Glid ing down like a wraith came a tall wo man dressed in gray, with melancholy eyes and chill lips that seemingly had never known a smile. "Open the window and givj him air," cried Caroline, unheeding the ap proach of the mistress of the house. "Who gives orders for me?" she said, in a monotonous yoice. "It is years since those f r ont windows haye been opened." 44 1t is a matter of life and death," answered the girl imperiously, and without further apparition the stiff blinds were thrown back, lettiug in a flood of afternoon sunlight that flowed in a golden stream across the sufferer's temporary couch. Barclay's face thus revealed to view was untouched by wound or stain. lie seemed quietly asleep. 44 11 the doctor would only come I" began Caroline, interlacing her cold hands. There was an Interruption to the quiet of the room, a strange sound, half sob, half laughter, coming from the ghostly mistress of the house. Car oline looked up to Sbe the old woman kneeling at Barclay's side, her dull eyes kindled into a sudden rapture of recog nition. "It is Margaret's son. I knew I should see one of them before I died. Oh, my poor wronged sister! After so many years 1 Thank God ! thank God !" "You'd better coax the old lady to go upstairs again," said one of the workmen to the seivant, touching his forehead signiflcautly. It was evident that all present agreed in his estimate of her mental equilibrium. But nntil the arrival of the doctor the gray old woman held the unconscious sufferer's hand iu hers, from time to time fond ling it against her cheek, and crooning over it words of tenderness. When the surgeon came, Caroline, passing her arm round her shoulders* led her from tho room. An hour later, Mr. Barclay, accom panied by Edgar's stepmother, .answer ed the summons sent them by tele phone in the neighborhood, appearing to swell the anxious little group wait ing in the dusky hall outside the sick room. Edgar had returned to con sciousness, but the injury to his leg was exquisitely painful, requiring nic est treatment. Until the arrival of their own family physician, the doctor in charge refused to take the responsi bility of sanctioning the removal of his patient. The distressed father walked to and fro in moody silence, and wheu twilight brought Dr. Gray, urged him to say that Edgar might be carried in an ambulance to his home. "On no account," said the doctor. "I can't imagine auything more fool ish. Unless these people positively turn you out, he should stay here. His situatiori is extremely critical. I caa not answer for the consequences of a change." "Here, in this old rattle-trap, with a mad woman for a keeper ?" the impa tient father wanted to say, but he sub stituted for it the milder suggestion that they had no claim upon the owner of the house. "The child of Margaret Lotbrop has every claim," said the same hollow voice that had startled all a little while before. At his elbow stood the ghost like gray lady. "Hallo I" said Mr. Barclay, aston ished. "That's an odd coincidence. My flr3t wife's mother was married twice, I believe, and her first husband's name was surely Lothrop. Edgar's grandmother came from the East, too, though she talked about her early home." And so it was that, by a strange guidance of fate's leading-strings Mar garet Lothrop's grandson was brought into intimate relations with his sole suryiying relative upon his mother's side ; one who through half a century of alienation and of silence had brood ed over the image of her best-loved sis ter with ever-increasing intensity. Between the handsome lad who for days lay there beneath his grandmoth er's portrait uncertain whether death or life would claim him as their prize, and the pallid shade of what once was handsome Lois Stillman, Caroline was the link of warm humanity. Uutil the young man's extremity had given place to the ioyful promise of convalescenso, Carry made daily pil grimages to the hill-top. Then her visits ceased altogether, until one after noon, when June had clothPd the old brown with roses, she accepted a be* seeching invitation from the invalid to have a cup of tea with Aunt Lois and himself. She found them in the well lemembored parlor, sitting, she even fancied, hand in haud, but by'Dnd-by Atrnfc Lois arose and stole away. Soon she came back, bearing in her hand an antique string of pearls. 4 'These were left by Margaret when she went away to be married again3t our will," the old lady said eoleran'y. "Through poverty and sorrow I have kept them, hoping that some day one of Margaret's descents would come back to receive them at my hands. Now that Edgar is to have all the rest, I want Caroline to wear these as a to-' ken of my love and gratitude." "You are giving them to Margaret's granddaughter after all, Aunt Lois," the young man said triumphantly, and then only for the first time in many a long year tears came into Mis 9 Stillman's eyes, but they were happy ones. - Her Spending Money. A young girl once complained to her aunt that her father did not give her any spending-money. The aupt was a kind-hearted woman, and think ing to make her niece happy, she pre sented her with a ten doliar bill. The young lady was delighted, of course, and profuse in her thanks. Shortly after she went on a walk, and upon her return proudly exhibited to her aunt a handsome purse and a gold mounted drawing pencil. She did not actually need either of these ar ticles, but they were pretty and took fcer fancy. The cost of them were seven dollars. The pencil was lost before many days, and as the remain ing three dollars were frittered away, there was little use for the purse. The good aunt was at no loss to sec why the father withheld pocket-money from his daughter, and thereafter she herself found some other use for her ten-dollar bills. It should be added that this young lady called herself an economical girl. When she had no spending money she could get along bravely without many things which her soul craved. Yet our readers can judge for themselves, from the inci dent above related, whether she had the true idea of economy or not. Thrift and economy are greatly advo cated as desirable virtues. But these do not mean simply going without what is needed. Economy is to get the most possible out of a dollar ; not to waste it and then be driven to prac tice self-denial. There is a great dif ference even among very young peo ple in this regard. Give two boys or girls a dollar, and often you will dis cover when the cash is spent that one girl has an equivalent to show tor it. She has her full money's worth of something desirable. This is econo my. The other can hardly tell where the money is gone. It has been so foolishly expended that she might al most as well have lighted the fire with it. It is not difficult to acquire habits of true economy, but the practice of it should begin with small sums—the dimes and quarters —and childhood is the time to take the first lesson. "Bring me a Dozen." When Congressman Lawler, of Chi cago, made his first visit to New York some j ears ago, a friend invited him to a restaurant,where they called for soft shell crabs. Lawler had never seen any before and did not know what they were. He 'iked them, however, and a few days afterwaid, wishing to again regale himself with some of the .tooth some crustaceans, he hunted up the restaurant, walked in and sat down at a table; but he had forgotten the name of the food he desired. Looking over a bill of fare, he saw "lobsters." He called the waiter and said : 'Waiter, have you any lobsters ?' 'Yes,' said the waiter. 'Brine me a dozen,' said Lawler. 'A dozen 1' exclaimed the waiter in astonishment. Lawler saw that he had made a mistake,but he was not going to admit it. 'Confound you,' be said, 'don't you suppose I know what I want V Bring me a dozen.' The table was cleared of everything that was on it, and Lawler pitched in. He ate all he possibly could, called for a glass of brandy.looked up at the wait er, and said; 'Waiter, I was not as hungry as I thought I was. llow much is the bill V' Fourteen dollars and fifty cents.' 'Why, it is not as much as I thought it would be,' said Lawler. 'Here, you needn't 4 mind the change,' and, handing the waiter sls, Mr. Law ler walked out. Terms, SIOO per Year, in Advance. Jeff, reon and the Boy. One day as Jefferson was riding on horseback through Virginia on his way from Washington to Monti cello- lie came upon a boy trudging along with lii.s clothes in a satchel which hung on a stick from his shoulder. He was mo tioned to got in, and in a moment lie was sitting by theside of the Proaideut, who opened the conversation by asking him who lie was and where ho was go ing. Ho replied that his name was Morgan and that ho was going home from school, and continued by putting the same questions to the President, saying, 'I l*g your pardon, stranger, but what might your name be ?< The President replied, 'My name is Thomas Jefferson.' The boy looked up Astonished and asked : •Not Tom Jefferson, President of the United States ?' 'Ye.,' replied Jefferson, and as he did so the boy jumped from the gig and in to the road, saying, 'I haye heard of you, Tom Jefferson. My fattier says you are a rascal, and wouldn't lie thrash me if he caught me lidin' with you. Fathqr knows yon and he thinks you are tlia biggest scoundrel in the country I' The President was so amused at the boy's charming candor that lie invited him to the carriage and brought him to his journey's end, urging him before leaying to call upon him at Washing ton, promising him anything he desired should he honor him with a visit. •You'll not forget me ?' asked the en fant terrible. 'Not I,' replied Jefferson. A year or .thereabout after this occur rence young Morgan,becoming disgust ed with things about home, ran off to Washington, trudging hi 3 way with staff and gripsack, and covered with mud and dust and clay made his way to the White House and walked boldly into a room where he saw Jefferson bonding ovef a table writing. lie went up to him and laying his hand on his shoulder shouted : 'Hello,Tom Jeffer sou, I've come after that office.' The President looked up, but could not re member the boy. Noting bis amazed look,young Morgan continued : 'There, I told you you would not remember me when I came here.' Jefferson replied that his face was familiar, and on Mor gan telliug who ho was the President treateddiim kindly, and asked him to be seated. He then called a servant and sent the boy off to be brushed up, asking liim if he had another suit of clothes,to which he replied that he had. He was then given a room in the White House, and the President told him to look about for a few days and see what kind of an office he wanted. This young Morgan did, and at the end of the first day told Jefferson he believed he would take a colonelcy in the army. President Jefferson laughed and told him that colonels were always old men. He must take something else, but not be in a hurry—to look around and see the city. He then sent midshipman with him to make things pleasant for him,and in a day or two young Morgan decided that he would rather be a mid shipman than anythiug else. Jefferson at once gave him the appointment, and he went on a ship immediately. He made a splendid nayal officer, and he died a commodore. The Students Laughed. A writer in the "Vossiche Zeitung," gives an anecdote of the famous Orient alist, Gesenius, which has never before been published. lie announced a ser ies of lectures to his class in the uni versity on the "Books of Moses." His popularity caused the lecture-room to be crowded, and when the professor en tered there was not a vacant seat in the auditorium. Gesenius began, as usual, with the statemeut of his theme iu the opening words of the lecture, 'Gentle men,' said he, 'Genesis is not as old as is generally belieyed.' In an instant the sentcuce was greeted with irrepres sible peals of laughter from every quar ter of the lecture-1'oom; and the startled professor was unable to proceed to his next sentence. It is doubtful whether the old scholar perceived the true this odd reception of his o pening statement. The [fact is, the Semitic enthusiast had flye daughters, all of whom were unmarried, and the students had nicknamed them after the five books of the Pentateuch. The eldest of these old maids was known to the young men as 'Genesis.' So they laughed, and no wonder they did so. Why the Banker Shed a Tear. 'ltis sad to think,' sighed the cash ier as he walked into the night with his valise in hand and gazed upon the massive marble bank building, 'sad to think that I must leave that noble structure behind me. But I must do so. I cannot take it with me.' And dropping a tear he gripped his valise with a tighter grip and hurried off to eatch the Montreal train. - 1 ■ ■ SUBSCRIBE for the JOURNAL-. NO. 37. NEWSPAPER LAWB ~lf Rutwcriiwrs orter tlio tUseonUimatioii of uewsja|KTs, the rijnllfthei* may eonthWe to **ul Uiem until all arreorae** arc na i