sa Bellefonte, Pa., June 29,1894. —-—— GOOD-NIGHT. Pale in the amber-flooded A horned moon dips low:; And soft through silver silenees The rose-winds faintly blow. Yet still the horned moon shall lend A lance of lingering light, To cross the wind to erossithe dusk, And give my love good-nigiet. west, The long lake, rippling through its reeds, Hath filies alla 3 At fall of dew each sleepy “flower Folds up her leaves of snew, Yet one fair lily-bad shallwake, To smile all virgin-white, Across the dark, =eross the dew, And give my lowe goof-night. The light may fall, the ‘lily fade, The Tightn ng's lurid glow Flame in the sky—the rose-winds rise To storms that rudely ‘slow. Yet constant still as roseto June, This Rear 2h take delight, i Across the dark, across'the world, To give the world good-night.— Marthe | Mec Culiook Williams in June*&odey’s, TRAITS ALICE'S MISTAKE. Her Basty Words That Cowezd Months of Mis- | ery. I had thought I loved him had been | very happy ae his affianced bride, and whispered with a strange pride his name, remembering that some day it would be my-own as well. But mine was not the nature to. work control. It was rather an early «date, I thought, when an engagement was 80 new a thing, not quite three months old, to be called to account for my actions. and what had I done wrong ? My be- trothed, Clarence Withers, had been absent for a week, and during his ab- gence Will Maynard had been my es- .cort wherever I had chanced to go. I would not have my engagement an- nounced, although it was currently suspected ; there were many kind friends to whisper the fact of my so-cal- led flirtation to Clarence upon his re- turn. And so my first meeting was not, alas, what [ had painted it to my- self. When I went forward to meet him glad, ob, so glad, to see him home again, and ready to tell him so, if he needed telling other than the story he could read in my eyes and outstretched hands of welcome, he only took my hands in his and held me off rather than drew me to his heart, where my head had so often lain, and said, in cold, strange tones, so unlike the lov- ing words of welcome I was waiting for; “Alice, what is this I hear about my wife 2" . “Your wife, Mr. Withers ? During which of my sleeping moments have I been dignified to that title, or you as- pired to the authority of a husband ?” “To me, Alice, a promise made is a promise kept, and from the day you gave yourself to mel have looked up- on you as my wife as solemnly as though a priest had already blessed our union. You keow full well my opinion of Mr. Maynard. He is 2 man I would not permit:te cross my thres- hold ; yet during my short absence he oat ne an bd e. —— ~bliaalle re yout snrer~1H1ack: 685 Sow Foil, 5 “Mr. Maynard is a particular friend of mine,” I exclaimed, with flashing eyes, slipping my hands from his clasp “and permit me to say I willno longer listen to this haravgue. No right to receive ordinary courteous, attentions from a gentleman!! You strangely for- get the fact that you call yourself such when you dare address me thus. Good morning, Mr. Withers.” “Stay, Alice ! If I spoke quickly, forgive me. Butit was so hard to hear all this just as ¥ arrived home hungry for your welcome. You know dear, there were so many aspirants for this little hand I sometimes can scarce believe in my own rare fortune. Are you not glad to see me Alice?’ “Glad ? No. When I was glad you sent all my happiness ‘back into my own beart, and made your first words words of reproach and blame. I have done nothing to deserve either, and I would do the same again.” “Not if you knew it gave me pain.” ‘“Yes ; because you have no right to feel pain. If you have no trust in me, let us part.” “It is not a question of trust, my Alice. But come, be my own sweet girl again and promise ‘me to announce -our engagement, and thus put a stop to ‘Mr. Maynard's useless devotion.” “No Mr. Withers. {I have seen enough to know that with such a na- ture as I have this ‘morning learned yours to be I never could be happy. I will return you your letters and your gifts, and you will send me my letters and picture, Hereafter we meet sim- ply as friends.” And so we parted. He grew very pale when I said it was all over— white to the very lips with anmger, I ‘suppose. What a fiendish temper he must possess, and what an incorrigible tyrant of a husband he would have made! Well, it is all over now, I thought, I am very glad, although I wished the strange pain would go away from my heart, and could not think what had caused it. It was two weeks since Clarance Withers and I bad met and parted, and I did not see him until the night of Mrs. Strather’s party, He was looking ob, so handsome—evidently not pining in secret, for, as usual he was the life of the party, and devoted himeelf to that pretty Irene Brooks. Well, I did not wear the willow either for that matter. Mr. Maynard was very devoted, and my old friends ral- lied to my standard in all their torce. He asked me once to dance with him ~—a square dance—but I declined, and he laughed indifferently relieved and once when I was laughing and talking with Mr. Maynard, I felt his eye on me, and threw additional em- pression into the nothings I was say- ing. Yet I was tired and bored. Why was it Mr. Maynards society had ceas- ed to attract me? icy coldness and a courteous bow of. formal greeting and feel that all was over. 1 don’t think I guite realized it) votil the day Mr. Mayoand told me his engagement to Irene Brooks was a! positive fact: . I did not think he could have forgotten in ‘three short mouths. He always admired her, T knew, and as she is meek and amiable, she is just suited to such a bear. For! my part, [ bate married men and mar- ried life, and thought, with inward congratulations, of the many years ‘ere, I should take the fatal plunge. Y But my congratulations vanished: when I awoke, one morning, with ‘the’ leaden consciousnese that T'had given, the might before, a favorable answer'to Will Maynard's woeing. I did net | mean to say “Yes.” [I did not care tor him when he was away from ‘me:; but he was so earnest so ‘determinet, T | scarcely kuew I had consented until I felt his lips press mine and he has slipped a glittering stonewpon my ‘fin- ger. [twas there, as I awakened, so that I koew it was no dream. Allday I caught ite sparkle; all day it served | as witness to my- folly. But whem, that night, entered irs. Somer’s drawing-rooms, leaning on bis arm, he locking down-on me with a sort of possession-look, TI fancy, II caught Clarence Withers’ eye, full of scorn and full of anger. [I think mine flashed back equal contempt.