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Well, just so 1 thought, though we hadn't said so to each other in so many words. I was young, so was she, and I thought it best to get something of a start in the world tirst. That was all well enough, you think, and so it would have been if Sim Dur went hadn't come our way with his Bleached -out face and soft hands. Everybody said at once, he'd cut me out, for Becky was by all odds, the best looking girl in the place, and it pleased her to be noticed. So when he asked l:er to go with him to the picnic that we'd been looking forward to so long, and she said yes, I vowed and de clared that Sim might have her for all me; I'd never go with her again. Sim waited on her after that, right and left. She couldn't stir out of doors but he was with her to carry her para sol, or her shawl, or her fan. He drove a stylish turn-out and took her every where. She was chipper as a bird whenever I happened to be around, but I wasn't long in making up my mind that she wasn't half so happy over the swap she'd made as she might be, and oue time when a lot of us had gone to the lake for a drive and 1 took another girl, just to show Becky I didn't care, I found me sitting on a great rook by herself, crying. You ask what I said to her ? Not a word. I hadn't spoken to her, nor she to me, since the day she cut me for Sim Durwent, and I wasn't going to be the first to speak. She was the one to blame not me, and if I'd seen her going to be married to Sim and kuew a word from her would put an end to it, 1 wouldn't have said it. I could think about her all day, and dream about her o' nights, because that was something that I couldn't help. But to speak to her ! To ask her to make up with me and take me back : The words would have choked me, and the longer things went on in this way, the less likelihood there seemed to be of their coming to rights between us. Becky's father looked cross ways at me. He didn't like Sim and he thought I'd only been fooling, and laid his going with her all to me. And then, you see, my father thought me a goose and a "softy" to let Sim have it all his own way. One day father and I were driving along the road with Nance in the shafts when, just at the foot of Benser's hill —you know what a long, steep hill that is and how narrow it is all the way to the top—we overtook Becky walking at a rate that showed 'twas no fault of hers that we came up with her. "Whoa," said lather, putting the lines in my hands and jumping out of the buggy. "I'll change place with you, Becky. You get in and ride and let me walk." Becky colored like a poppy, and look ed as if she'd rather walk her feet off than ride with me, but father had got her by the arm, and before you could say Jack Robinson he had got her, by pushing and lifting, into the buggy. "Go on," said he, "and when you get to the top of the hill, I'll get iu be hind." Becky drew a long breath at this promise, and I own I thought it was ju3t what father ought to do, after throwing Becky and me into one anoth er's faces the way he had. I shoved up as snug to my end of the seat as I could, and Becky shoved |off the other way, and we were ready for a start. We were, but Nance wasn't. The creetur wouldn't budge an inch. I coaxed and scolded and whipped her, but she stood there so stock still that I thought she must have gone to sleep, and I got out to see. But she was wide awake enough bv the looks of her eyes, and it you'll believe me, the jade actually looked mischievous. I tell you I began to leel desperate un comfortable. Father was out of sight over the hill and what to do I didu't know. If I'd had a match about me, I should have tired her, or. if Becky hadn't been there looking on, 1 should have unhitched the contrary creature, and whirled her round and round, nose and tail on a race, till she'd be glad enough to go ahead. As it was I got back in the buggy aud made up my mind to tire Nancy out. All I had to do was to gather up my patience and wait and wait till she took it into her head to go. When I took ray seat in the buggy Becky mad 6 a move to get out, but her dress had floated cut over the seat and I sat down upon it, holding her fast. The sun poured down hot enough to melt an iceberg, but Becky and I must have been made of marble, tor it had no other effect upon us than to blister our noses and scald our cheeks, and this I put a stop to—after I'd got over MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MARCH 25., 1886. my worrvment with Nance enough to think about, it—by hoisting an um brella. Diil you ever notice what a thing to court the breezes a big umbrella is How the wind did blow under there, to be sure Becky's curls danced about over my shoulder and in my eyes. The blue > ibbon at her throat went through with a jig in my ear, and the way her sssli wound and twis-.ed itself in and around my nose was ticklish. Becky herself sat as straight as an arrow and as dumb. But as to that, I don't sup p >se either of us would have spoken for t!ie world. But don't suppose that do one saw us or laughed in their sleeves at us, for they did. If there was one wagon pass ed us while we stood there, there was a dozen, and everyone ground past us in the narrow road as if they would tear our wheels oil. The horses ciowded Nance without mercy, but the best of 'em couldn't make her lift a foot from her tracks. Everybody had advice of some kind to offer and the dogs all barked at us. By and by Sim Durwent come along, going our way. Becky's curies and rib bons were doing their biggest jumps around my face and ears, and Sim look ed mad enough to bite somebody. "It's going to rain, Mr. Whistler," said he, "perhaps under the circum stances you'd like to have mo take Miss Ash home ?" Becky looked straight ahead and said nothing. "I'm ever so much obliged, Mr. Dur went," said I, "but I'm afraid if we stir, it'll frighten my horse." "Aren't you afraid of a wetting, Miss Asli ?" Sim looked hard at Becky as he said this, and grated his teeth sideways at me. "Thank you." said Bessie, speaking faint-like, while I could feel the skirt of her dress pull, "1 think not." Sim looked at the clouds, turned up his nose at Nance, scowled as savage as a meat axe at Becky and me, and droye on. It was going to rain sure. I know I was a brute for not letting Becky go with Sim, but I just felt as if I couldn't nohow see him carry her off. In a few minutes it began to thunder and lightning, and I could feel Becky tremble in her seat. She was awfully frightened. She pulled her shawl tight around her shoulders and held it clutched with one liahd, and grabbed the back of the sent with the other. No danger of you falling out of the buggy just now, was what I thought, but I didn't say a word, not I. It was mighty uncomfortable sitting there in that way. Becky didn't so much as to cough. That would have been some thing. Did it rain ? Well, I guess it did. It more than rained, it poured. And after I'd got the apron fixed over our laps and had nothing to do but to watch it, it got to be the most tiresome rain 1 ever saw. If I could have said, "Look at that, now !" or "Did you ever see the like ?" or "The gutters have never been so full since the night old Morrow was drowned in one," it would have been a rel iet. But Becky didn't seem to mind it- She just clung tight to her shawl and the seat, and looked straight at Nance's ears. Be sure she looked sort o' glum, but what woman wouldn't, with her best bonnet out in a shower with a leaky umbrella ? I was beginning to think the thunder was about done with, when all of a sud den there came the loudest clap I ever heard. Nance lengthened out her body and laid back her ears, and Becky drew in a long breath and screamed : "Oh, there she goes !" just as if that wasn't the verj thing we'd been waiting for, for the last three hours. 1 loved Becky more than I ever did before for saying it, though, ana I just put down the old soaked umbrella, that was nothing but a strainer for the rain, and hugged her for it. "Now own up that yoa don't care for that girl-faced Sim, and I shall be the happiest man in the world," I said. "I don't. I never did," said Becky, the water trickling over her curies and down her nose, "but, oh, Jim, how wet I am." "So you are." said I, feeling as dry and light myself as though I was up above the clouds, "but we'll soon be home now." For, you see, Nance did go just as Becky said, and in those days, when the creetur took it into her head to go- she went. Do you wonder now that I think a good deal of that mare ? And Becky thinks as much of her as I do ; for the amount of it is we both know as well as we know our own noses, that she neyer would have been Mrs. Whistler if it hadn't been for the caper of Nance's. THE GOTWALD MEMORIAL TUACJ\ published by the Women's Home and Foreign Missionary Society of the Synod of Central Pennsylvania, is now for sale at the Journal Store. Price 5 cents. A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE Miss Ruth's Scholar. Miss Ruth Clifford had taken the seat of authority in Iter little school, on Monday morning, the period of its com mencement. She was a rosy, pretty little creature of scaicely sixteen, with a dimple in each cheek, lips like May roses, and Dig blue eyes, where the light seemed to glow and deepen at every impulse that passed through Iter mind. The idea of her being a grim, stern school mistress was rather absurd, but then Ruth was poor, and they wanted some one to teach the school who had grad uated in the city, so here she was at ten dollars a mouth, trying to look as old and dignified as possible. "Teacher ! teacher I" croaked little Tommy Martin, "here's Hugh Leslie iu the school, and the trustees said he shouldn't come no more, 'cause he didn't pay the last two quarters 1" "Hugh Leslie,come here," said Miss Clifford, pushing her brown curls away from her forehead with a puzzled air, and Hugh shambled ui> to the desk, a great awkard clown, fully as old as the schoolmistress, and a head taller. "Is it true that you are behind hand with your tuition money?" asked Ruth. "Yes'm, it's true," sullenly answer ed the young giant, twisting his ragged cap in both horny hands. " 'Cause his father gets dru:k, and his mother hain't got no money," shrilly interrupted Tommy Martin. "Tommy, will you be silent ?" said lluth, with dignity. "Then, Hugh, what are you here for ?" "I want to get book larniu'," solerauly answered Hugh. "Teacher, he : s a real bad boy—he thrashed the master last term," piped Mary Hopkins. "And he stole the picture books out o' Joseph Miller's desk,chimed iu Har ry Smith. "Hugh," said Ruth, gravely, "you may go. 1 don't care for such pupils iu my school." Hugh turned slowly away, still twi9tiiiß his cap, with downcast eyes and drooping head; Ruth pitied him iu her heart. "Hugh," she said, softly. "I am sorry to send you away, Hugh. If I allow you to remain, do you think you can behave yourself ?" "I'll try, Ma'am," the boy said,with a gleam of hope in his face. "And who'll pay his schooliu' mon ey ?" demanded the disappointed Tom my. "I will," said Ruth. "Go and take your seat, Hugh." And through all the term Ruth had no better scholar uor more diligent pu pil than Hugh. "You have improved very much, Hugh," she said, as they walked home through the pine woods the last day of the term. "lam sorry I shall not be here next year to help you on, but you must study perseveringly, and you will be sure to prosper." "I'd like to learn a trade," said Hugh, musingly, "and get a respecta ble livin'." "And there is no reason why you should not," said Ruth, encouragingly. "My folks are a bad lot," sighed the boy, "and nobody wants to employ Siah Leslie's boy." "But when they see that SiahLeslie's boy is honest and industrious, and wishes to earn a decent livelihood, they will judge very differently." Hugh bur9t into tears. "Oh, teacher ' teacher I you are the only one who ever told me I could be different from the dram-drinkin' set at home. If you only wasn't going away." Ruth tried to console and comfort the lamentine young Goliath, but the last she saw of him he was sitting with liis head against the trunk of a tree, with now and then a strong sob shak ing his whole form. "Poor fellow 1" she thought. "I hope he'll come to good." She did not know that, close to his heart, he was wearing a bit of blue rib bon that she had one day dropped in the school-room. She might have smiled, had she known ic—she might have been Angry. But to Hugh it was all he had left of the pretty creature who had been like a guardian angel to him. And ten years p issod away,and Ruth completely forgot tho young clown of the village school. "I want you to look your prettiest to-night. Ruth, for I have a new caval ier to introduce to you —a splendid fel low I" "Indeed ! who is it ?" "Well, he is a friend of Mr. Tracy's, just arrived from Europe, where I am told he has distinguished himself in scientific and literary circles, besides having received an inheritance from some far away Scotch relative that makes him independent wealthy. Isn't it quite romantic ? And he is so handsome, too ! His name is—" But here some new yisitor, claiming Mis. Tracy's attention—it was the day of her weekly morning reception—in terrupted her enthusiastic recital, and Ruth Clifford did wot hear the name of the new lion. However, she went home, and, act ing ou Mrs. Tracy's suggestion, dress ed herself in "her prettiest no very elaborate costume to De sure, for Ruth was poor, but one whose delicate good taste could scaicely be rivaled. A white dress, relieved by straw colored ribbons and sash, and a few yellow roses in her bright hair, foimod the whole of her toilet, but when she looked in the glass after the finishing touch was given,abd all was complete, there was a smile of gratified pride on her pretty Ups. She did not think Mrs. Tracy would have reason to be ashamed of her friend. "You are looking very nicely, my love," said the young matron, with a satisfied little nod, as she beckoned Ruth to her side. And five minutes afterward Ruth heard her name pro uounced. "Miss Clifford, allow me to present Mr. Leslie." Ruth looked timidly up into a pair of deep brown eyes, and acknowledged to herself that the European traveler was very handsome, with his stately, erect figure, his Grebk features and the polished, indescriable grace of his air and mauner. Mr. Leslie devoted himself to Ruth that evening, and when she went home, she told her mother she never had had such a 'nice time' in all her life before. He called the next morning to in quire how she was after the fatigues of the party night, and lie sent a basket of Northern flowers that evening, and be took her to the opera the next night, but one and presently Mrs. Tracy be gan to laugh and look knowing. "You have stolen his heart away with your blue eyes and your demure airs, Ruth," she said, gaily. And one soft April evening, he ask ed her if she would be his wife—and she said yes. "My darling love," he said, fervent ly, "it is right and fitting that your happiness should be the care of my lift*, for it is your hand that has lifted me to the position I now occupy in the world." "My hand V" "Yes." Iledrawfiom his bosom a narrow, faded bit of blue ribbon. "Do you remember who dropped this ribbon from her hair, one autumn day, ten years ago, in the little red school house at Lakeyille ?*' Ruth looked at him in surprise. "And do you remember who picked it up ? a great awkard fellow, Hugh Leslie by name ? Well, he has kept it ever since, and now he wears it, as a badge of the devotion he bears his sweet ladylove." "Yes—but " "Did you never suspect we were one and the same ? Well, I must confess we are changed—and yet, Ruth, I date my first aspiration toward the good aud noble on that day when you offered to pay my neglected schooling, and refus ed to listen to the parrot-like assersions of those around me. Ruth,your schol ar has graduated at last." And Ruth Clifford felt in the newly glow of her nappiness that she had in deed cast her bread upoo the water,and many days afterward it had returned to her. The petrified wood that is so abun dant in the United State Territories of Arizona and Whyoming and the Rocky Mountain regions, is rapidly becoming utilized. In San Francisco there is now a factory for cutting and polishing these petrifactions into man telpieces, tiles, tablets, and other arch itectural parts for which marble or slate is commonly used. Petrified wood is said to be susceptible of a fin er polish than marble, or even the latter of which it is driven from the market. The raw material em ployed comes mostly from the forests of petrified wood along the line of the Atlantic and Pacific Railway. Sev eral other companies have also been formed to obtain concessions of differ ent portions of these forests. Geolo gists will regret the destruction oi such interesting primeval remains, and some steps ought to be taken to preserve certain tracts in their origi nal state. ADVICE TO MOTHERS. Are you disturbed at night and broken by your rest by a sick child suffering and crying with pain of cutting teeth ? if so, send at once and get a bottle of Mks. Winslovv s Soothing Sykuf kok Children Tkething. Its value i 9 incalculable. It will relieve the poor little suf ferer Immediately. Depend upon It, mothers, there is no mistake about it. It curesdysentery and diarrhoea, regulates the stomach and bowels, cures wind colic, softens the gums, re duces inflammation, and gives tone and energy to the whole system. Mas. Winslow s sooth ing byhup FOK CHILDKKN Teething is pleasant uo the taste, and is the prescription of oue of the oldest and best female nurses and physic - tns in the United States, and is for sale by all druggist* throughout tho world Price M cents a bottle. Terms, SIOO per Year, in Adrnn—. A CLERK'S STORY. Learning that there had arrived from the far west Saturday midnight a young man who in that section followed the occupation of A 'cowboy,' a reporter called upon him and had a pleasant chat. His name is K. I). Woolworth, and bii parents reside at No. 202 Hal aey street. According to the popular idea, something witli high-top boots, slouch hat. and revolver was expected, but were it not for a bronzed face and absence of the conventional 'biled' shirt, no essential point of difference existed between him and an ordinary individual. iMr. Woolworth stated that on account of the lirm in New York city with whom he was employed as clerk reducing bis salary from mo* lives of economy he did not think that it paid him to work at the lower figure, and therefore determined to try bis for tune in the west. Fourteen months ago he left Brooklyn for Omaha, Neb„ where, two or three days after bis ar rival, be obtained a situation In the of* flee of the Burlington and Pacific rail road. That occupation being too con fining for bis health, which, he said, was also injured by driuklng the mud dy water of the Missouri, by the advice of his uncle, Mr. C. D. Wool worth, who owns the Loup stock ranch, Nance Co., Neb., he left the railroad office and be gan his sew life. The ranch is the largest in that section, being 15 miles arouud, and stocked with one thousand head of cattle at present, not including calves. 'The first day's experience of a 'ten derfoot'on a ranch,' said Mr. Wood worth, 'is not calculated to make him well contented with the new life, and especially If be be a tender clerkling, the change from a well-worn office Btool to a less certain seat upoa the back of a bucking pony for twelve hours a day is apt to make him homeshk. But when you get used to it it's splen did; and I think any average city joong man would say-as I do if be went there with a will to work. The work is hard and rough, truly, but it is the making of one's health. W hen I left Brooklyn I weighed 126 pounds, and now I tilt the beam at 140.' The cowboys are a rough class, but make good friends, and, so far as my experience goes, not so violent and law less as they are thought to bs. In oar section they are not so rough as they are in parts of Texas aud Kansas. There is very little drinking, and none on the ranch, and though they are somewhat disposed to attempt .alarm ing practical jokes on the 'tenderfoot* they are fairly peaceable.* ( How do you pass the day ?' tbe re porter aswed. 'We get up in the 'morning at 5 o'- clock. Each man feeds and cleans his pony, and then we 'sail in* to break, fast. By tbe way, the rations are ex cellent. In cold weather we get all the best beef we can eat and plenty of white bread, milk, and coffee. There are plenty of wild geese and prairie chickens on the plains, and last year there were some antelope. The duties of the day consist in supervising tbe cattle generally, seeing that tbe gates are shut, and branding and 'cutting out* steers for the market. The two latter occupations are pretty lively. The cattle have also f to be protected from thieves, and to this end each cow boy carries a revolver. A Imost all day is spent in the saddle, as our work does not cease until dark. By that time you cau judge we are pretty well tired out and glad to get to bed. The first day upon the saddle is very trying to a new hand. 'lt is not so easy for a green hand to get employment as has been made out,' continued the young man. *A youug tenderfoot is worth S2O or S3O a month until he is 'broken in.' After a year's experience he can get $lO or SSO a month. This, of course, includes his rations. Of those who go out*west, many return disgusted; buckskin pants, flannel shirts, a slouch hat, and a twen ty-foot lash not being sufficient to'com pensate them for the loss of a dude oyercoat and a crutch cane. The clim. ate is splendid ; mornings and evenings are, however, very cool, and even in summer blankets are a necessity. The houses are built of Nebraska brick or 'dug out,' which consists of sods a foot square laid one upon the top of the oth er. The sun hardens them, and they make a staunch and comfortable dwell ing, though somewhat hot in summer. No rain falls in the winter, and there is neyer enough snow for sleighing, owing to the high winds blowing it away as quick as it falls. Lung diseas es are unknown and colds in the head are an exception. In short,' continued the gentlemanly cowboy, 'I would not return to city life and put my nose to the grindstone drudgery ; no, sir-ee, not for a pension.*— Brooklyn Union. WANTED.— a lot of Cloyeraeed at D, S. Kauffman & Go's store. Fair price paid. Bring it in. NO. 12- nb war am laws If subscribers order Ue dlsoUualtoo o t newspapers, tlie tmrtlshers may eontiuu* H send them unitl all arrearages **• yaW. If subscribers refuse