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BY DWKIHT \Y EL DON. l l)o voa hear that, Mr. Arlington V The speaker was Blanche Marvin, a handsome brunette, and her elegant dress and aristocratic bearing generally accoided but strai.gely with her sur roundings. By her side stood a man whose hand some, earnest face won her admiring glance every time she looked at it. They stood in an untenanted room in a crowded, broken-down tenement house, the man euzing reflectively out at tho wilderness of roofs and chim neys before them, the woman listening intentedly to the soft, mellow notes of a song, which echoed from the hallway without. Its rare harmony impressed the man at last. He aroused himself from his reverie and looked at his beautiful companion in wonderment. Not a word was exchanged until the last note of the song was completed. Whoever the singer wr.s, her voice was one of marvelous scope and sweetness, and a mutual appreciation showed in the rapt faces of the two listeners. Maurice Arlington's usually calm features wore an expression of curiosi ty and inteiest as he started to leave the room. 'This is another surprise,' ho said, j 'We expected to find the tenements here a model home tor the poor, instead of which they are a pile of straggling, ill-kept barracks. Then, when we pause to reflect over the misery and poverty around ns, A voice as famous as that of a coutatrice startles us. , Come, Miss Marvin, I must know the possessor of that voice.' Mr. Arlington's companion frowned slightly. The voice belonged to a wo man, and she was naturally jealous. Besides, she did no like Arlington's deep interest in the beggarly tenauts of the house ; it distracted his attention from herself, an attention she was ex erting all her sirenlike wiles to secure. It was a strange combination of cir cumstances that had brought these two together, and to the block of dilapida ted tenements known as Rossiter Row. Two mouths previous Maurice Ar- j lingtou was a poor and struggling ar- j tist in New York City, living on the bare pittance his avocation afforded him, and the beautiful Blanche Mar- j vin was secretary to a parsimonious old money-lender named James Rossit er. James Rossiter died, In his will he bequeathed to his nephew, whom he had never seen, his entire fortune. It was a surprise to Maurice Arlington, and a source of great disappointment to numerous distant relatives of the dead miser. So Arlington had come into his for- ' tune. lie had found Miss Marvin in charge of the little otlice where his un cle had transacted his business, and 1 bad learned that for years she had kept his accounts as a proficient and reliable employe. She was the sole support of an invalid mother, and he was interested in her from the first. 'You shall retain your position, if you choose,' he had told her. 'The numerous tenement leases demand some clerical supervision,and you seem to thoroughly understand them.' And now he was visitiDg his proper ty, and was amazed at the misery and ; wretchedness of the habitations from which his uncle had made his immense fortune. Secretly he resolved to better the condition of bis tenantry, and it was of this he was thinking when the inci dent which opens our story occurred. Miss Marvin had accompanied him in his visit to the tenements, and they had reached the garret floor of the house in their tour of inspection,when, from some room near by, there issued the song alluded to. It was a plaiutiye, tender love melo dy, and even BUuche Marvin,her mind filled with scheming thoughts concern ing her wealthy employer, was momen tarily entranced. She followed Arlington to the hall, I and then to the open door of an apart ment near by. There she paused for Arlington had halted and stood surveying a homely but touching picture within the room. The apartment was meanly furnish ed, and showed evidence of extreme poverty. It held two inmates, an old man half leclining on a couch, and a beautiful girl just blooming into wo manhood. Upon her the attention of Arlington was centered. Her perfect face and full, expressiye eyes looked down ten derly upon her companion, whose aged features were pale and emaciated and careworn. She held in her hand the manuscript music of the song she had been sing ing. Neither she nor her companion no- MILLITEIM, PA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 2., 1880. ticed tho silent watchers at tho thresh* old. 'Will it do, cara tnia ?' tho old man was saving. 'Oh, my father, it is beautiful Tho old man sighed despairingly. 'Your lovely voice makes it so,then.' 'No, no. It is the very soul of ex pression, the melody and wotds.' 'Then why does not the stage-mana ger give mo a heating? Ah, Inez! the years are fleeting, the dream of my life is broken. I shall never live to see 1 the one labor of my existence bringing joy to those who love music.' Blanche Marvin's dusky lips tiem bled with suppiessed passion as she no ticed by Arlington's face was deeply affected. 'Let us go,' she said, almost harshly. Without another word Arlington left the place, and descended to the ground floor. In the weeks that ensued Blanche Marvin forgot the incident of the beau tiful singer in the events of the days as they passed by. She attended to the routine of her business tasks as methodically as ever, but her mind was ever fixed on the man she had learned to love, Maurice Arlington. She hoped to allure him by her beau ty ; she belived site would yet be his wife. Day by day she sought to be come more valuable to and more es teemed by him. lie scarcely noticed her. Ilis mind seemed of a naturally melancholy cast, and he devoted most of his time to art, to music, and to making plans to bet ter the condition of his tenantry. She did not know also that lie very often visited Hossiter's ltow. She sup posed he had forgotten the song and the singer of the day of their mutual visit to the tenements. The picture of the old composer and his lovely,faithful daughter had haunt ed Arlington. lie had made a visit to their rooms, had interested himself in the musician, and had learned all their sad, strange history. Alvin Vincent was an artist, like himself. In Italy he had learned the art of painting, and had studied music. His wife had died, leaving one child Inez, and since then he had led a pre catious career, devoting much time to the composition of an opera, a song from which Arlington had heard the first day he saw them. Within two weeks the young man had become a welcome guest at the home of the composor, and the lovely Inez had learned to greet his coming with a flush of conscious delight. The old composor seemed to have but one hope in life—to produce his op era. It certainly was a wonderful compo sition, and Maurice Arlington deter mined to assist him in his laudable de signs. Through a friend in Boston he se cured for it a hearing at an opera house in that city. Mr. Vincent was in fail ing health, in fact was dying of con sumption, but his drooping energies seemed to revive when the word came that the opera-house people in Boston desired him to go there at once to su perintend a pteliminary hearing of his opera. Inez was ;o remain for the present in New York. Maurice Arlington never forgot her deep emotion as she thanked him with tears for all his kindness, as she told him how happy he had made her father, how her life's devotion was his for all his beneyo lence and care in their behalf. It was the first time after leaying her that evening that Arlington real ized his emotion. lie was amazed to find what comfort and happiness these two people had brought of late into his life, and a yague sense of deep regard for the beautiful Inez caused him to wonder if he had not voluntarily fallen in love with her. But a rude shock to this vision came before the evening had passed away. A strange revelation was made that very hour which so materially changed all his plans of life that he was dazed and bewildered at its sudden manifesta tion. The office of his dead uncle was lo cated in the family mansion of James iiossiter, and here Arlington resided. Usually, when he returned home in the eyeniug, Blanche Marvin had com pleted her work and gone home. Upon the evening in question, some what to his surprise, as he entered the | house, he noticed a light in the of ! fice, and went thither to ascertain its I 1 cause. Seated in the room, and apparently waiting for some one, was Miss Mar t vin. 'You here, Miss Maryin ?' said Ar lington. 'Y'ou haye remained late this evening.' There was a peculiar look in the wo man's face as she replied : 'Yes, Mr. Arlington, I havo been waiting for you.' A PAPER-FOR THE HOME CIRCLE 'For 1110; some business concerning the tenements ' I No, it is something 1 that concerns yourself. Mr. Arlington please be i seated, and prepare for a rather un pleasant revelation.' Arlington obeyed her, silently, re pressively. Her eyes were tilled with an expres sion he could not mistake. Ardent, longing lovo trembled on her lips as she said, in a low, unsteady voice : 'Mr. Ailington, you know that my regard for you has always been more of a friendly character than of the nature of mere duty.' 'Von have certainly been most con siderate in relieving me of much of the annoying details of the tenement leas es, Miss Marvin,' replied Arlington courteously, yet wonderingly. 'For you personally I could not re sist trying to do more than my duty. For your sake, now, Mr. Arlington, I am going to make a great sacrifice.' lie stared at her in bewilderment. 'I do not understand you,' he said. 'Then let me ask you one question : You have a cousin, a resident of the far West, named Ernest Travis V 'Yes, but I haye not seeu him for years. 1 'lie is, except yourself, your uncle's nearest relative. He was here a few years ago. He asked ine to become his wife. I did not love him, and I refused him.' 'And now V 'Now I have made a discovery which would tempt most women, for Eruest Travis is heii to an immense fortune.' The woman came nearer to Ai ling ton, her dark, earnest eyes beaming ar deutly upon him. 'Mr. Arlington,'she said,'the fortune that is left to your cousin ho knows nothing of.' 'Then it is a legacy he has never heard of ?' 'He will nevei hear of it, if you say the word.' 'I, Miss Marvin V What is this mystery ?' '1 alone know that Ernest Travis is heir to a million. To bestow it upon him means for me to rob the man 1 love. I can disguise the truth no long er. Maurice Arlington, my heart is breaking for one kind smile from you. 1 love you. 1 loved you since the time I fust saw you. Am I unwomanly ? Then the vital circumstances of the hour so make me, for to-day I have discovered that you are not the real heir to the wealth of your dead uncle, James Uossiter !' She had expected that Arlington would start and pale with surprise and dismay. Instead his calm face betrayed the very slightest amazement, and he said steadily. 'Then a new will has been discover ed ?' 'Yes, Mr. Arlington.' 'And a later one V' 'Several months later.' 'Making my cousin the heir to the liossiter estates V 'Yes.' 'You discovered this will, Miss Mar vin V' 'I did, to-day, among 9ome old pa pers.' 'Then take it at once to the family lawyer, and let Ernest Travis be noti fied of his good fortune.' 'And you, Mr. Arlington V 'I V Why, I will return to my art, satisfied that wealth could never make me happy.' Blanche Marvin stood overwhelmed. What strange man was this,who, with out a tremor,heard of poverty, and fac ed it indifferently ! 'Stay!'cried Blanche, impassionate ly. 'Do you not understand that you and I only know of this wdl ? Why should you beggar yourself ? Say the word, Maurice Arlington ; make me your wife, and the world shall never know that a second will exists.' 'Are you mad ? Do you imagine I would defraud Ernest Travis of his rights V demanded Arlington, sternly. 'Miss Marvin, forget all you have said to-night, or our business relations must cease at once.' lie passed from the room as he spoke. With a Dallied, crushed cry, Blanche Marvin glired after him. 'Foiled—defeated !' she cried, wildly. 'He does not love me. So be it, then. He shall be a beggar, and I will hasten to the West, find Ernest Travis, wed him, and as mistress of the Rossiter es tates, gloat over this miserable man who spurns my love !' Two days later all New York knew of the discovery of this new will. Blanch Marvin was speeding west ward to find her former lover, and now the heir to the Uositer fortune. Maurice Arlington had left the man sion as poor as he entered it, calmly, indifferently, with two pleasant mem ories in his heart—his love of art, and Inez Vincent. He had once gone to the tenements, and had learned that Inez had received a telegram from B ston, and had gone there t wo days previous. 'The o'd corap snr is in go d hands, and I cannot aid him now, for I am as poor as himself,'soliloquized Arlington. ! 'As to Inez— ah,tne ! I might have told her that she was very dear to me, but Maurice A i lington a poor man is not Maurice Aiiington the man of wealth.' Ho spoke somewhat bitterly, for the fiiends he had known of late had treated him very coolly since the loss of the fortune. So he determined to forget Inez and to devote hi mself to liis art. And then for some weeks, he became again the hard-working artist of yore, and enjoyed the seclusion of his garret abode. And then, one day he was taken ill. His pictures had not sold. He had he come very poor. A fever set in, and a few hours later he lay on a cot at the city hospital, tossing in delirium and pain. 'insufiicient food and hard work,' the doctor said seriously. 'lie will have a severe attack of it.' And it was nearly a month before Maurice Arlingtou again opened his eyes to the world. Not at the hospital, however. lie was in a well-furnished,pleasant room, and near his bedside was a familiar fig ure. He stared in doubt at the beautiful face that looked solicitously into Iris own. 'lnez, Miss Vincent,' lie murmured faintly. It was indeed the composer's daugh ter and her eyes were cheerful witli joy as she left the room a few minutes la ter, and hastened to tell her father of Arlington's return to consciousness. As in a dream Maurice heard from the composer how his opera had been a complete success. Wealth and honors were coming to him. He had heard of Arlington's pov erty, had came to New York, and day and night since then Inez had nursed him back to life, Amid his distress Maurice Arlington | had found only two brave friends, but they were worth all the time-serving acquaintances of the past. Life seemed a rare dream of happi ness during the days of convalescence, and Inez was an angel of goodness and peace. lie was no longer a man of wealth ; but when one day he told her of his love, he knew that .as the poor artist she regarded him with more affection than had he been a millionaire. There was a quiet wedding a few months later, and a week later a pleas ant surprise for all of them. 'Great news, Maurice !' said the com poser, as he rushed into Arlington's studio one day. 'lndeed? Another opera accepted V 'No ; it is something about yourself.' •An order for a picture, then V smil ed Arlington. 'Letter than that. You are again a millionaire.' 'Nonsense !' 'lt's true. Your cousin, Ernest Travis, died in the West long before your uncle. They have just discovered it, and you are once more the heir to the liossiter estates.' There is a lonely,disappointed woman now, who thinks bitterly of the failure of her great scheme for wealth. It was Blanche Marvin. There are three very happy people at the llossiter mansion now, who try to benefit all who knew them—the com poser, Maurice Arlington,and his beau tiful wife, Inez. Wasted in the Kitchen. In cooking meats the water is thrown out without removing the grease, or the grease from the dripping pan is thrown away. Pieces of bread and cake are left in the box to dry and mould. Cold potatoes are left to get sour and spoil. Preserves are opened, forgotten and left to mould and ferment. Vinegar and sauces are left standing in tins. Apples are left to decay for want of sorting oyer. The tea-canister is left open. Bones of meat and the carcasses of fowls are thrown away when they could be used in making soup stock. Dragged Into the Air by the Teeth. (London Era.) At the Pars Leopold, Brussels, Leo na Daio actually performed the feat of holding on by her teeth to a sling sus pended from tho car of a balloon as it rose in tne air. The balloon, of 35,310 cubic feet capacity, carrying in its car the impresario Spelterini and the French aeronaut Lachambre, rose at a quarter past six ; and it was only when Leona Dare could no longer be distin -1 guished except with the aid of glasses j that she drew up to the trapeze and en ! tered the car by a trap-door in the bot j torn. The balloon descended safely on ' the estate of the Comte de Beaufort, at Linden. Torms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. (1001) SHERIFF JOHN. Curious Episodes in the Career of a Georgia Officer. Shoriff John's Oouiugro and His Ha. trod of Everything Cruol and Moan—How He Defended a Poor Man—Summary Punishment of a Trnmp. I A Hunt a (tin.) < 'oust iitif ion. J When a man sued liia neighbor in this old-fashioned little county it was a rare thine for him to go so far as to sell out his debtor's property. Jle general ly held on to his judgement and gave the defendant time to ji.iy up little by little. In one instance, however, a creditor made Sheriff John levy on a little farm, the wagon, mules, hoes, plows, furniture and kitchen utensils. When the sale day arrived, John took the creditor back of the court-house and said ; *I)o you want mo to sell that proper ty ?' 'Yes, and mighty quick, too. I'm hound to have the money.' 'Well, you are in a mean business,' said John, drawing hiuiself up to his full height, and looking down at the other with eyes that fair'y blazed. 'I only want my own,' was the reply ; 'can't a man have his .own ?' 'Look here,' snapped the sheriff, 'that's all rot, and you know it. You know that the man who is always howl ing about getting his own don't care if he gets a slice that don't belong to him. Now, look at this case. No claim filed, no allidavit of illegality, no homestead. What noes that show ? Don't it show that the man is honest. Such a man won't trick you. lie's as good as gold. You know what has kept him behind— a sick family and had crops. If you sell him out you ruin him. If you wait you'll get your money. My advice is to wait.' 'You can just let up, Sheriff John, and mind your own business,' respond ed the irritated plaintiff. *1 aiu't go ing to he cheated out of my just dues by a lazy, trilling rascal.' He said no more. Sheriff John's iron hand was on his throat. 'l'll knock your fool head off your shoulders if you don't take that back,' said John, in his grim, cool way. 'You shan't speak of an honest and unfortu nate man inlhat style.' The bewildered man apologized and retracted. 'Now,' continued the sheriff, with the very devil in his eye,'you know me, and you know what I think about this. Is this matter to he pressed any fur ther ? I simply ask you, with your knowledge of me and the way 1 feel a bout it, do you order me to make the sale ?' 'Sale ! Why, no ; I don't care about forcing a sale. All I wanted was judge ment. Just wanted to scare him up a little, you know. I'm willing to let it run on, and let liirn pay me when he can.' 4 1 thought you would listen to reas on,' said John. 4 I knew there wouldn't be any sale.' And the two walked back to the crowd with serene faces and with noth ing to indicate that there had been any unpleasantness between them. The greatest trial that Sheriff John eyer had to undergo was when a young man was convicted ot murder and sen tenced to death. It looked very much like a case of self-defense, and John took that view of it. After court ad journed he tried to ease his mind by thrashing three of the jurors. The oth er nine were prudent enough to hide out, and thus the peace of the commu nity was not alarmingly disturbed. As the day set for the execution approach ed John grew desperate and gloomy, lie spent every afternoon sitting in the jail talking with his prisoner, who at that time was the only inmate. The jail stood in a lonely place, and at that season of the year [midsummer] was not visible from any house on account of the foliage of intervening trees. As the two sat there with tile door wide open the prisoner frequently remarked that it would be easy to make a success ful break for liberty. 4 You could do it powerful easy,' as sented Sheriff John. 4 You could get clean out of town before I could raise the alarm, because I am lame, and I shouldn't be surprised at any time if I had a fit. Likely as not if you should take a run the excitement would pros trate me for an hour or two. Then you would get to your uncle's, you know,and he would put you on a horse, and you would go through the hilljcoun try and get to the mountains. Why, you'd get off dead certain.' Then the prisoner would puff away at his pipe and would go off into a brown study. Two days before the time for the execution Sheriff John told the condemned man that he would go down town and get some tobacco. 4 l'll leave the door open so you cm get the fresh air,' said lie, with down cast eyes,and then he went off whistling merrily. He was gone an hour, and when he returned the prisoner was in his usual ; place. John gaye him some tobacco and growled : 4 Well, of all the big fools, you are the biggest!' NO. ;n. NNWBPAPER IiAWS If subscribers order the disc* iithiuatfon newspapers. fhr ptiPlHieis nia> tnniimm sI no sr> no *f. no ssio Lcoliimu I tHI dhq lr| (Hi la (X) is (0 !£ " 7 ikV, ]il (Hi riOO 30 P0 4IMO 1 " iMtlrtl 1al)U 2alM) 11 (HI 7,'.( One Ineli makes a squares. Administrators and Executors 1 Notices $2.50. Transient ailver tiseinenlA ami locals 10 colds per line for first ijiscition and 6-cwitjf per line for eaeh addition a! iuseition / ' , Then he locked tlio.tloor and sadly and slowly maiJJk his way homeward. The day before the one appointed for the hanging a. jmithoi twine, and the happy sheriff lagged every mar,woman and child he, met on the mam street, without regard to race or color. In fact his jhbilation was rfo n'ojsy and covered so much territory that/'fhe recipient of the pardon was' utmost wittrely forgot ten. One day when a tramp was caught stealing a box of sardines from a store, Sheriff John was called in to take him in charge. 'Mebbe lie's hungry,-'said John,doubt fully. 'Net a bit of it, 4 ' answered the mer chant. '1 gave him a good dinner and a quarter and a plilg of tobacco. Now will you arrest aim ?' 4 Nd, I'ltlie'dwfled ff I do,'exclaimed the sheriff. 'The law is too good for the like of bun, I'll just kick the low down, good-for-uotliipg cuss out of town.' i .< • lie was as good as his word. He booted the fellow Cut of the store, and followed him until the fugitive crossed the town bruits'.' - ill.l U i ■ -/ ft 1 .7 An Editor's Coolness. i:< <•') fit. AV>. ft- " | Mr. Mcßoberts. now editor of the Leeds (Kngi J Jfferciiri /, was at one time a reporter in this 6Tty. He was the most argumentative aud, at the same time, the calmest man that ever struck the town. He would stop work at a (ire to argue. Mr. McKoberts was on his wav home ftirty/nfie morning, when an Amerian citizen suddenly popped up with a at his head and said: • 'Throw up yer hands !' 'Why?' asked Mr. Mcltoberts,undis turbed. <• 'Throw theu up.' 'lsut what for 'Put up yer riamfo,' insisted the foot pad, shaking the pistol. 'Will you do what I tell jou V' 'That depends,' said Mr. Mcßoberts. 'lf ye can show tne any reason why I should pit up ma hands, I no say hat what I weell; hut yer mere requaist wad he no justification fur rae to do sae absurd a thing. Noo, why should you, a complete strangei, ask me at this 'oor 'o the mornin', on a public street, tae put up ma hands ?' 'Darn you !' cried the robber, 'if you don't quit gabbiu' and obey orde s, I'll blow the top of your head off !' 'What! Faith, man, ye must be oot o' yer heed. Come, noo, puir buddy,' said Mr. Mcßoberts, soothingly, cooly catching the pistol and wrestling it with n quick twist out of the man's hand, 'come, noo, and I'll show ye where they'll take care o' ye. Ilench I D'nna ye try tae fecht,or ecod I'll shoot ye. By the way,ye might as weel put up yer ain hands, an jist walk aheed o' me. 'That's it. Trudge away, noo.' And so Mr. Mcßoberts marched his man to the city prison and handed him oyer to Captain Douglass. 'lt wnddna be a bad idea tae pit lnm in a straight-jacket,' he said serenely to the otlicer. 'There's little doot but the buddy's daft.' And ho resumed his interrupted homeward walk.— San Francisco Post. The La3t Straw. Adolplms—You kuow that beastly fellow Cadsby ? Algernon—Ya-as, I know the chap. Why ? Adolphus—He slanders you,ball Jove he does. Says your fathaw used to be a low fellah, a teamstali. Algernon—Aw, weaily ! Adolphus— Y'a-as, and that your mothaw kept a small grocery stoah. Algernou—The duce ! Adolphus—And that you nevah pay your bills and Algernon—Well, aw, what of it ? Adolphus—And that you don't look the least bit like an Englishman. Algernon—llold on there, chappie ! Hold on, ye know ! That's going a lit tle too tali. Where is this fellah V I'll find him and, if there's no othali way to get satisfaction,darnit, I'll have him arwested. Not look like an English man, eh ? The blawsted duffah, I'll show him what I look like. — Chicago Humbler. Of Interest to Ladies. The new treatment for ladies' diseases dis covered by Dr. Mary A. Gregg, the distinguish ed English Physician and nurse, which has rev olutionized the entire mode of treating these complaints in England is now being introduced into the U. S., under a fair novel plan. Sufficient of this remedy for one month trial treatment is sent .free to every lady who is suf fering from any disease common to the sex who sends her address and 13 2ct stamps for expense charges, etc. It is a positive cure for any form of female disease and the free trial vackage is many times sufllcient to effect a permanent cure. Full di rections accompany the package (which is put up in a plain wrapper) also price list for future reference. No trial package will be sent after Aug. 1.-7, 1886. Address, GKF.GG KEMKDY COM PANY, PALMYRA, N.Y. 19-3ni —The real estate ef Michael Ney, de ceased, in Aaronsburg, will be offered for sale by the administrator, H. E. Duck, on Saturday, Sept. 4tb, next. It consists of two vacant lots in good cultivation, and another with a good dwelling house, weayershop, stable and other outbuildings erected thereon.