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rifts RATES OF ADVERTISING. WMIBSHOCR AT, BTnOFTlKOTHAIIDCOtUI tJUSIl D"uu,UM'00,80UDATD.) weokly. every Friday morning, t nWOMSDUHO, COLUMDIA COUNTY, HA. arid. 1. iv. iv. v. l ,,. LAB per year, . so co nta discount allowed iVn MlSS Srnw, After the. expiration of tliel two incurs a.co 4.00 .to s.oo 11. " " ,.1 fin v 1 Off CHarl'il, iunitu5vuutmuui rear t.ou rn ft r vcar.vtrlct r n ad Three Inches. 4.1 0 s.bo T.00 11.00 is, Kour incurs ......... a.oo ids i.oo 11.n1 m.i lOttnw "" ,. . .iihi. oinion or me wnarter column a.oo E.00 10.00 is.oo m. ihiifsiiers, until all arrearages pro paid, but lone 2K niioil credits alter tho expiration of tho nrsl Hair column,.. 10.00 11.00 H.00 in.oo HM one column ,,w.oo ts.oo 10.00 so.00 loo.aj :iri Xnfoiito thoBtate or to distant post Tearlr advertisements parable anarterlr. Trat in-res must no paid for In advance, unless a rcspon .iii'in wrson In Columbia county assumes to pay the k.ent advertisements mnat oe paid for before insert' except wneic parties nave accounts. 'srffis nolSnser exacted from aubscr.ber.ln Lriral advertisements two dollAmrwr inch for thru Insertions, an at that rat tor additional insertion witnoui reference. 10 leigtu. ho ro'inu Kxecntor's. Amlnlstrator'a and Auditor's aotlceM .. .... -. . . . . . - The .lot-bltg Department of tho CoLrstaux ISTery . ' J,;.. .S niir .1 li Print nir will compare favoro. inree uoiianf. jnunt uo pnia lor worn inserted. Transient or Local notices, twenty cents a lint regular adrcrttsemcnU half rates cards In the "nuslness Directory" column, on S: I.ELwIS7' torttlPreprI,Ur.. BLOOMSBURG, PA, FRIDAY , FEBRUARY 28. 1879. hir wllli that or Hie largo cmes. n kuik uunoon THE COLUMBIAN, VOL. XIII, NO, ffl itomnnint-Hij o..u..v. ...... , aouar per yennor eaca line. mute COLUMBIAN. Ik 1 ' Columbia County Official Diroctory. I'rnsldcnt Judge William dwell. AMlato.lulcs-l. K Krlcki.aum.P.UHhuman. ,2?honotaryrc.-vill.mKrlckbaum. Court stenographer H. N. Walker. S'Nt it Morder-Wllllamson II. Jacoby. district Altorney-Hnbcrt H. Little. nerlff -John W. Hoffman, survn or inw!l Noyharil. Treasurer 11. A. Hweppcnhelser. cYmmtsslonors-stcplicn Pohe, Charles Ittchart, A-..!'?ir!rfA.riert-J. n. caser. Aniiitorn-B. II. Hmlth, W. Manning, C. 11. Seo- "jury'comralsiloncrs-mi llobbtns, Thoodoro W. "'"ifiu'tv superlnlendont William 11. Snyder. limnM-l) rnctors R. H. Knt. BCOtt. Wm. Kramer, Woorasburg and Thomas llecce, loot t, Bloomsburg Official Directory. President of Town Council O. A. Herring. Clork-Pnul K. Wirt, chief of Police .las. C. Sterner. President of (las Company S. Knorr. UnnmtnrV 1 V. Mlllrr. Mumnsuurir Hanking company John .Punston, President, 11. 11. urun, vusuiui, uuuu . c- Vlrs'. Na'lonal rtank Charles It. Paxlon, President J. P. Tustln, cashier. . Columbia County Mutual Saving Fund and Loan Vssocl.itlon-K. II. Lltilo, President, O. W. Sillier, ' woorasburg lluttdlng and Saving Fund Association Wm. PeaCOCK, ITCSluent,.!. 11. iiuuiauu, pracmrj-, llloomsburg Mutual Saving Pund Association J, I urower, President, P. B. Wirt, Secretary. CHURCH DIRECTORY. baptist cnoBCU. ltov. .1. P. Tust In, (Supply.) Sunday Services liij a. ml and ti p. m. ..,a.hMiAB m Prayer Jleetlng-Evcry Wodnesday evening at X sjats'free. Tho public are Invited to attend. ST. MATTnitW'S tCTniRANCnCBCH. Mlnlstcr-Uev. o. n. 8. Marclay. Sunday. Sor lees ys a. m. and TX p. m. u...,n.. unhwil O am. Pravcr Mceilng Kvcry Wednesday evening at tys scats'frcc. Nopowsrenlcd. All aro welcome. rilBSBTTERIAM CltUItCa. Minister liev. s-tuart MMIhcll. Sunday Services iox a. m. and ojf p. m. sunuaj' rcnoui 11. in. ... , . , . ... Pravcr .Meoi Ing-Every Wednesday evening at ta Beats'frce. No pews rented. Strangers welcome, MBTIIOnlST EPISCOPAIjCUCBCH. Presiding Elder-ltov. W. Evans. Minister ltcv. M. I.. Smyscr. Sunday Services WX and otf p. m. mule class-Everv Monday evening at IX 0 clock. Voung Men's Praer Mcotlng-Every Tuesday "WJSf .1 PrMeetlng-Kvery Thursday evening I 0 C10CK. BuroRMkncntiRcn. Corner of Third and Iron streets. I'ostor Hev. w. E. Krcbs. Kesldencc-Corncr 4th and Catharine sjreeu. Sunday Senlces 10x a. ra. and 1 p. m. Sunday school fl a. ra. Praj er Meeting Saturday, T p. m. All aro Invited There Is always room. ST. facl's cncBcn. Iiector-ltcv I Zahner. Sunday Services-lux a. m., Ttf p. m. First Sunday In tho month, Holy Communion, snrttces nrenaratory to Communion on Friday evening beforo tho st Sunday In each mora, Pews rented! but everjbodv welcome. BV ANOBLICAL CHCBCIt. Presiding Elder-ltev. A. I., lleeser. s uniay Senlcc-5 p. m.. In tho'lron StreetChurch. 1'rau'f Meetlng-rivery Sabbath at J p. m. AllarolnMtea. ah are weiuumu. Meets In "tho llltle llrlck Church on the hill," known a, tho Welsh llaptlst Church-on Hock street Cai!egular meeting for worship, every Lord's day af ,CS.??,?eoa0ndthopubllcaro cordially Invited to attcnu QCIIOOIi ORDKRS, Mank, iust printed and nnii.. i,r,imrt tn smiili books, on hand and or sale at tho Columbian Offlcc. .1 AVU' T.ERI1S. im Parchment anil I.inen LAWYERS. E. WALLER, Attornoy-at-Law. Inereise of Femlem ctUl&ei, Colleetloai mie. umce, second doorfrom 1st National Bank. BLOOMSnUlm, PA. Jan. 11, 1873 Nu. FUNK, Attornov-at-Lnxv. lucrcaso of Pensions Obtained, Collections Made. BLOOMSnrjRQ, FA. Office In Ent's licacma. gROCKWAY A ELWELL, A T TO li N E Y B-A T-L A W, Columbian UciijiiKd, Bloomsburg, ra. Members of tho United States Law Association. Collections mado In any part of America or Europe Q B A W.J.BUCKALEW, A1-1U1LMKIH-AT-LAW, Dloomsborg, Fa. Offlco on Main Street, first door below Courtnouse F. A J. II. CLARK, ATTOKNKIH-AT-LAW Office In Bat's Building. Bloomsburg, Pa. "P P. BILLMEYER, Aiivnnitx at ian, Orrici In narman's Building, Main street, Bloomsburg, ra. n. I.ITTLI. T? H. & R. R. LITTLE, JLJ4. BOBT. B. LITTIJI. ATTOKNETS-AT-LAW, Bloomsburg, ra. Q W. MILLER, Al IVIirdSX-AT-WlW Offlco In Brower's building, second door, room No, 1. Bloomsburg, Fa. H EUVEY E. SMITH, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, Offlco In A. J. Evan's Nbv Bciuiuio, DLooMsiinno. PA. Member of Commercial Law and Bank Collection As sociation, ucr, 14, 'IT-II B. FRANK ZARR. Attornoy-at-Tjaw BLOOM8BURO, PA. Office In Cnanost's "Scilbiko, on Main street second aoor auovs lenire. Can bo consulted In German. Jan. 10, 'U-tt CATAWISSA. y M. L. EYERLY, A 1 AUlUt D, X -A 1 -lA VY 1 Catawla&a, P. noiifctlona tiromptlv made and remitted. Office T)l tS and trustees, for salo cheap at the Colombian jiTrARRIAOE CERTIFICATES just printed 'VI andfor8aio ai uioLmuMHUB ..t" ers .it the (loi-pel and Jastlces should supply them selves with tneso necussury u, uw. TUSTICESand Constables' Fee-Bills for sale I ft at ine Columbian unit?. "v . r. .V.Tt rccted fees as established . rjy tno msv aj. . ui . i--; .ituroupon tho subject. Every Justice and con. tablo Bhould havo ono. V. II. Abbott. W. II. Khawh, ABBOTT & IUIAWN, Attornoys-at-Law. CATAWISSA, FA. Pensions obtained. aec si, n-iy BLOOMSBURG TANNERY, V ENDUE NOTES just printed and for sale I cheap at tno Colombian oim.tr, "TlIOMSBUIlFlnRYCTdRY. 1 ! Irrir Select Story. A MOTHER'S HEART. BV T. B, AnTIIUU. PHOFESSIONAL CAltDS. c O. BARKLEY, Attorney-at-Law. Office lu Brower's buuaing, vna siory, iwmi,.. B. RORISON, Attorney-at-Law. In llartinan's building, Malnstrcet, s AX1UEL KNORR. Attorneyat-Law.Offico In Hartman'S uuuaing, juaiu birau R. WM. M. REBER, Surgeon and Physi cian. Office Market street. Above Mb East G. A. HERRING EESI'ECTFULLY announces to tho pjblic that ho has reopened SNYDER'S TANNERY, (old stand) Bloomsburg, Pa., at the Porks of tho Es- n py ana uunt bireei roaas, wuero au aescnpimns 01 unite 1 fnfl,.PP w,n tnnHn ,n thfi mntt substantial and I -"." -.T . workmanlike manner, ana Boia ai prices 10 huil me lmes. The hlghestprlcelncashwlUatalltlmesbo ad for UREEN HIDES of cverv descrlntlon In the country. Tho nunllcpat- ronage Is respectfully solicited. uioomsourg, ucu 1, isib. It. EVANS. M. D.. Surceon and Physi cian, (Offlco and Kesldenco on Third street, 11. McKRT.VY. M. D.. Sure-eon and Phy- blclan, north side Main street, below Market. jy R. J. C. RUTTER, PHYSICIAN SUltQEON, Mar.2T,,I4 Office, North Market street, Bloomsburg, Pa. R. I. L. RABB, PRACTICAL DENTIST, Main Street, opposite Episcopal Church, Blooms- uurg, ru. rr Teeth eitractcd without pain, nug u, Tl-ly. vy- II O W E L L, DENTIST. Office In nartman's Block, Bocond floor, ci BLOOMSBURG, FA. Main and Market Streets, May 26-ly. u Ninth Street Plttsbnrir. Dec 10. 1874. Mtfaaare mi,l?III? HtrkVJt nt uentiemen : your painis nave given euiire iw. lsractlon. I have u&ea tnem on a gooa many uuier ent kinds of work. Buch as Iron, Tin. Wood, Brick, jpf . nnii nKprnpnM iLnv comD amis, on uio wu- trarv. tho work stands well and for wear, will In my nnininn BMnri with nnv lead in tho market, nnen In want of reference in this city or vicinity you are at liberty to use my name with pleasure, also to use 1 una as you.uunK neaw JOHN T. GRAY. Fainter and Dealer In Paints, Oils, AC STRICTLY FORE WHITE LEAD, AT THE LOWEST MARKET RATES. MISCELLANEOUS. ri M. DRINKER, GUN and LOCKSMITH. sowing Machines and Machinery of all kinds re- datrcd. orkBA Hocsx Building, Bloomsourg, ra. AVID LOWENBERO, Merchant Tailor Main St., nbovo ccnirai iioiei. S. KUIIN. dealer In Meat, Tallow, etc., . Centre street, between second and Third. H ROSENSTOCK, Photographer, , Clark & Wolf's store. Main street. MONTOUR SLATE FAIN TS, 8 CENTS. MONTOUR METALLIC WHITE. 8 CENTS, MONTOUR METALLIC BROWN, O CENTS. OFF COLORS AT THIS PRICK. PURE LINSEED OIL at lowest market rate. A TiniTSlITS FREUND. Practical homeo- JXpathlc Ilorso and Cow Doctor, Bloomsburg, Pa. It'U. 1., -iv-n TV 7 Y. K ESTER, 5IEROH ANT TAILOR. JtoomNo. 1!, OrEKA Uoosb Bcilpinu, Bloomsburg. oprlll.l TIR1TISI1 AMERICA ASSURANCE CO NATIONAL FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY. Tho assets of tnesa old corporations are all In vested In SOLID stCUltlTlts andarellablo tothe haznru 01 tiro onij. iw..ii.rff.itnpR nn ttin best risks are alone accented. t iesi.m ,-uriMiTi.Y and liosthTLY adlusted and paid ns botn as determined by ciii.ii,tian F. KNArr, spe cial Agent ana Aujubii r, u uuiubuuik. 1 mu . Tbo tltlzensof Columbia county tuould patronize Samnle cards and price list furnished without charge. Orders and lnaulrlea by mall will recetre prompt 1 attention. HENRY 8. REAY, MANUFACTURER, Rcpebt, Pa, MOYER BROS. WHOLESALE AGENTS, Bloomsburg, pa Ways, la.-ly. the agency where lostes, If any, are adjusted and I paia oy vuo 01 iucu wnu nov.u, 'JI-ly T?REAS BROWN'S INSURANCE AGEN- 1 ' LlVf JUCUUUbO liuioi, ii.vuuuvu.ji, . a, Canltal. .etna, Ins Co., ofnartford, Connecticut... o.mo.ooo uvcrpool, London and Ulobo -. W.imo.ooo ltoya of Liverpool MM.Kihlm IO.OuO. 00 Flro Association, Philadelphia a.loo.Ooo Farmers Mutual of DanvUle Misvtllo Mutual WJJi Homo, New York. 6,eoo,cio THE GREAT ENGLISH REMEDY I GRAY'S BPE0IFI0 MEDICINE TRADE MARK Htffe tally recom-TftADE MARK, mruuutl 1U1 aai uu- falllni; cure for sem 1 Inal weakness,Sper matorrhea, Im po tency, and all disea ses, such as Loss of memory, Universal UUfelluar, rtuu ui tho Back, Dimness bunr. March w.lT-y F. HARTMAN iso.03i.ooo Before Takkeof viuol. Prema-.ft ip-vi.. As the agencies are direct, policies are written for " lure uia Age, aou the tnsurea wltnout any aelay in tno omce at inooms- other tlseascs that lead to insanlty.ConBump- tlonanaa iTemaiuro ,,m,c,M nMttu.. w flrstcansed by deviating from the path of nature and over Indulgence. The bpecino Medicine Is tho result of a life study and manyjearsof experience our pamphlets,whlch we desire tn eierv one. Dcclnc Medicine Is boU by all Druggists at ft fcige, or m packages for $3, or will be sent I on receipt of the money by addressing THE GRAY MEDICINE CO., No. 10, Mechanic's Block, Detroit, Mich. Mold In Bloomsburg byC. A. Klelm, and by all DrufirizlsU every wuero. Harris t King, Wnolesalu Agents, Plltsburg, sept ,TS-U llErKEBKNTSTUB IOUIWIKO AMERICAN INSURANCE COMPANIES: Lycoming of Muncy 1'ennsjivania. North American of Philadelphia, Pa 1 ranklln. of " " 1 ennsjlvanlaof " Farmers of York, Pa. Hanoverof Hew Y'ork. Stanhattan ut " tinice on Market Street No. , Bloomsburg, Fa, cct, M, IMy, Full particulars iBeni Thet iy mall on receipt Hearth and Home. It wits over. But nil that lay folded down and covered up in tho heart of Mrs. Fleet wood, none knew or could know but herself nlonc. 'You n'ro a happy mother,' one had said to her at the close of tho ceremony, when the sweet young face of tho bride was unveiled. 'Happy in so good and lovely n daughter, and happy in her union with ono so worthy to possess her hand." How nlmost strange ly the words had sounded in her ears. Hap py I It was over. Tho windows had been thrown open, tho lights turned out and the refreshments served, Then came a hurried chango of attire: orango blossoms, and filmy veil, and spotless robes were laid aside for tho plain traveling dress. How swiftly It all passed 1 Swiftly as tho changes in a troubled dream. One strong clnp to the maternal bosom j one clinging embrace of tho daughter's arm; a moment's resting of the bride's cheek on the breast where it might never lie as of old again, and then -i 'It's the way with them all,' said one of tho guests, speaking with light indifference, as he remarked on the mother's pale face and wet eyes, out of which she had striven, oh, so hard, to keep tho grief and the tears. 'It's the way with them all. Crying is a part of the programme.' 'I couldn't havo worn a face like that if the bride had been my daughter,' said an' other of the guests.' Men like George Cleve land are not picked up every day. But we mothers are selfish, and it's a great trial to have Bomebody else come in between us and ourchildren, whom we have loved and cared for from babyhood and who aro bono of our bone and flesh of our flesh and to bo set aside as having no longer any property in them, or right to claim tho smallest ser vice. To bo second where we have always been first. To have the love, which had. once been all our own, divided, and the lar ger share given to another. Ah me I It's sad enough when you come to look it right in the face. But,then,its the old life leson. The one our mothers and our grandmothers learned in the the years gone by, and the one we shall have to learn when our time comes.' 'Ho is a handsome young fellow,' remark ed a third, speaking to his companion ns he walked away, 'But I can't say that I like, altogether, the expression of his mouth. It'1 a little too closely set, and has nothing of that womanly softness which is the sign of a kindly nature, and which you so often see in men of nobleness and great strength of character. Everybody speaks well of him, as a young man of good principles, and ns one who is bound to make his way in the world. But if I read bis faco aright, he lacks a generous and tender spirit. He will love his own, but he will be apt to lovo it very selfishly. Poor Mrs. Fleetwood I Her face, as I saw it after sho had kissed Marie for the last time, and her child had turned away from her to go with her husband, haunts me as faces I have sometimes seen in pictures.' Yes, it wai over. Tho day and the hour to which Sirs. Fleetwood had looked for ward for so many months with a failing heart bad come, had wrought its change in the whole order of her own and her daughter's life. It had been happiness to give the beat that was in her love,care, devotion cverj thing for the sake of her beloved child. And n all the beautiful tin fold in of this pre cious human flower, its exquisito grace and perfection of its lovo had been all for her. But now, when beauty, grace and sweetness had gained their full perfection, another hand had plucked her flower and carried it away. roor mother 1 sue couiun t neip uerseu. And she had tried and was still trying so hard to get comfort out of the thought that Marie was going to be very happy ; happy, as she had been in the days of her own ear ly wedded life, the joy of which still lived in her heart as one of its most precious memories. Our hands are not skilled enough to fold back the drapery and uucover her heart ; we can only let you see it beating against the close investuro under which she is trying, but in vain, to conceal its throbbing pulse. Dearest Mother," so the brief epistle read. It was two days after Marie had gone away, "Dearest mother 1 I Bnatch a mo ment to write you. I'm well and happy, so happy 1 George is hurrying me to go out ith him, and I can only give you a line or two. Good-bye i and a thousand kisses from your loving daughter. Marie." Trembling hands and tear-filled eyes made the letter hard to read, Was the mother happier after its receipt? Did it comfort her ? Was anything supplied to tho aching void in her heart f Wo fear not. There was no sweetness of honey in the hastily scrawled letter ; and the bitterness of aloes as well. "George is hurrying me to go out with him, and I can only give you a line or two." Ah, moro was hidden In that brief sentence than Marie had thought, or she would never have let it drift from her pen, to be forgotteu by herself almost as Boon as written. It came to the mother as the first sad confirmation of her fears. The young husband meant that his possession should be complete. That brief wedding ceremony had severed the old bond, and made obsolete the old relations. Tho diugh tor must now be lost iu the wife. So Bhe read the sentence, and It lay upou her heart like a great stone, Two weeks, and the wedding joumey was over, lne unci letters wnicb nan come from Marie were full of loving words hastily written ; but In each expression of end' ar meut the mother s eyes saw something which gave a dash of bitterness to the cup she was holding to her lips ; something which told her that the new way Into which Marie's feet had turned was already losing its par allel with her. ( She might have known how it would be, Aud, In truth, did know, fir Mrs. Fleetwood was neither weak nor blind. But mother love was the intenso passion which had rul ed her life, and absorbed all her Interest That sometimes In the future a stronger than filial loye would take possession of her daughter's heart, and that sometimes in the uturc Mario would turn from her and give tho best that was In her to an other, were possibilities dlmty feen and invested with a dreamy kind of ro mance. For her beautiful child, fancy, when it turned that way, had pictured an Ideal man as true and noblo as sbe was puro and lovely ; a man, who, grateful for the gift of so precious a thing, would cherish for her the teuderest regard and glvo her tho added blessing of a comldcrato and devoted son. There has been times when another picture, truer to our weak and selfidi hu man nature, had suddenly spread Itself be fore her eyes ; nnd the sight of it had made her heartsick, and cast a shadow around her from which she could never wholly emerge. That George Cleveland was not her Ideal man, it did not tako Mrs. Fleetwood long to discover. If she had entertained any serious doubts on the lubjei t beforo she gave her reluctant consent to the mntringe, no long time passed after an engagement ring had been placed on Mary's finger, before they were dispelled. Another might not have seen any change iu the young man's bear ing toward her ; but to her more subtle and jealous observation, the signs of indifference too surely became visible. The little courte sies and attentions which the young man had been so quick to olfer, began to havo less warmth and freedom in them ; nnd wero sometimes omitted altogether. He was not so ready to defer to her tastes and opln ions ; and did not listen when sho talked with the old apparent interest. So it went on, month after month, each day giving its new revelation of the truth, and making it plainer and plainer to Mrs. Fleetwood that, while loving tho daughter, he was indifier cut to the mother, and that there ncv er would exist between them any truo rela tlon of confidence or aflectlon. But Marie had come back to the old homo again ? Not so I the old home was largo enough ; had many unfilled chambers; but the young husband wanted bis beloved all to himself. So he made for her a home in which they might dwell together, and be happy in themselves. To share any of his bleings with another and so increase his capacity for still higher enjoyment, was something out of the range of Cleveland's philosophy. What he had made his own, so to speak, was his own, to hold and to enjoy for himself alone. Marie was now hi wife, and in becoming his wife, her old duties and relations as a daughter had come to an end. In marrying tho daughter there had been no inteution on his part to assume any obligations in re gard to the mother. The question did not even come up in his mind for delate. In deed, it was not his habit to discuss qucs tions involving duty. Others must take caro of themselves as he was taking care of himself. He had gained for his wife one of the purest, truest and sweetest of women, and he was happy in the possession of so rich a blessing. But ho had never thought of putting himself in the mother's place and trying to imagine what would be her sense of loss, what her loneliness and deso lation of spirit, when the light of her life should be taken away from her. Alone, fith her desolate and aching heart, Mrs. Fleetwood began the difficult task of adjusting herself to these new conditions. Were tho reverfe forces still in her poscsv ion strong enough for the work ? Could a fe which had flowed on in a sweet rhythm for twenty years, bo suddenly arrested in its courso and turned into a new and strange channel, ever move on egain with the old freedom and delight ? Not so I the mother hid her heart as best she could, and ried to rally herself and put on the seni blanceofa resigned and contented spirit And Mane was so happy iu her new home, and in the love of her husband, that she did not see what others saw in tho face of her idowed and now almost childless uiother.a fading and a failing that mado themselves more and more visible as tho weeks and months went on, Ah, had not the mother been wounded in her love iu her very life! Out of that wound the drops were falling his wifo that evening. There was anew qual; slowly and steadily, spuo ot the iianu ty in his voice. A something that caused was held so closely against it in a vam at- i,er t0 look at him intently. 'Yes, so far as I know. Alone, oxcept fur her servants.' So Inr as you know I Am I talking to George Cleveland V That's my name. I nm not awaro of hav ing changed my identity.' The young man showed a slight degree of annoyance. I could hardly havo believed that, for 1 had thought so much better of my young frltnd. Really, Mrs. Itay, this Is all a riddle. Ono would think from the way you aro talking, that I'd been nctuaty abusing my mother- n-law.' 'There are many ways of abusing others, besides that of cruel speech or personal vio lence Abuse of tho heart goes deeper mid is far more cruel in the sulfering it Inflicts.' The eyes of tho young man opened wide ly and with n half-startled expression. 'Abuse of tho heart.' Ho shock his head slowly. 'I do not get at your meaning. 'It pains me deeply, George, to hear you speak so lightly and so indifferently of Mrs. Fleetwood, Mario s mother,' said the lady, tho gravity of her manner increasing. 'I had expected from you the tenderest consid eration for one to whom you aro so largely Indebted. For ono who has' brought you the most precious gift of your life robbing her own heart, and making it desolate that yours might be rich with blessings. DylUjf, so to speak, that you might live.' look of almost blank surprise came into Cleveland's face, but ho said : 'That is sentiment.' 'If I give a shock to your heart and par tially paralyze it, o that it beats with pain and sends only a feeble current of life through your body, will you call that moro snntiment, George Cleveland? And is tho heart within the heart, aud from which it has organism and life, and power, a less vi tal thing and less susceptible of hurt or par alysis ? Your thought and conciumess aro on a lower plane than I had imagined.' 'Perhaps they are, and perhaps you can enlighten me,' was the answer made with some constraint and with n slight fretfulness 1 of tone. Tho lady sat silent for a few moments ; then said, speaking in a changed aud more pleasant voice : 'Marie seems to grow lovelier day by day; every time I meet her I see some new grace of mind or charm of manner, I call you one of the most fortunate of men.' 'And so I am,' was the warm response I look at her, sometimes, half in wonder and half in gladness, and then think, with a new joy, sho is mine, all mine, mine forever.' 'No time coming when she will turn from you and go to another.' 'Uo to anoher.' Thero came a flash out of the cloud which had swept into the young man's face. As sho went from her mother to you,' For n little while a silence fell between them. Swift changes were passing in Cleve land's face. From the mother,' resumed Mrs. Ray, who boro her in pain, and cared forand nur tured her through all tho years of her help less infancy nnd childhood. From her moth er,who watched over her with n loving solic itude and a tircles devotion all along her path of life, guarding her from evil,;drawing towards her all tho ministries of good with in her reach, and moulding nnd fashioning her with a wisdom born of a lovo which no man's heart can measure or comprehend, in to a being of such loveliness that your heart bowed down before her as if she had been an angel. From this mother she went to you 1 Wasnothing hurt in the transition '! Were no chords rent? No hearts stricken? No life made desolate ? Think of her going from vou ? ueorge Cleveland sat as one who liau been stunned by a sndden shock. 'And think,' continued the lady, 'of .1 man accepting this transfer with just a cold Thank you ?' and then turning away from the giver (without a touch of gratitude, or tho feeblest sense of obligation in his heart.' 'When did you seo mother, Mario?' asked Cleveland, as he looked across tho table at When strong feelings had died awayand the mother sat quiet In her chair, and Ma rie's eyes looked steadily Into her face, Its paleness smote her with sudden fear. And how wasted it seemed j how transparent the skin j how strange and hungry the ryes that never turned from their intent gaze Into hers for a moment. '.Mother I' It was George Cleveland who had uttered tho word, He never called her mother bofore. No son could havo spok en It more tenderly. He bent down and laid a kiss upon her forehead, How swift ly her eyo turned from Marie's face to his. What tho young man saw in them was n parable, ouly the closer nnd lower meanings, of which wero then understnd. They held his gnze intently for a whlliVooking through his eyes Into his very soul ; then the lids shut softly down, ud something of peace and restful quiet 'gathered in tho colorless face and about the tranquil mouth. As she sat thus, George Cleveland went noiselessly from the room. Ten minutes later there came the sound of wheels at tho door. 'Mother I' The young man was standing over .Mrs, Fleetwood again. 'Motherl' you are going homo. The carriage is at the door.' There was no hidden meaning iu the parable of his voice. Mrs. Fleetwood half raised herself from the chair, her faco startled and quivering; looking from Marie to her husband In a wild, suprised manner, nnd then fell back, shrinking among the soft cushions and lying so still that llfo seemed as though it was eb bing away. There was no strength left for anything. Thought and will wero suspended for n time, and she could only feel and submit. In tho strong arms that took her up 'and bore her away to the carnage, she felt a tender pres suro; in the voice whose tones had been so cold to her sometimes striking her with words, tho pain which went deeper than tho pain of any blow she recognised something that spoke peace to her broken heart, 'Mother,' said the young man, as lie Rat alnsie with Mrs. Fleetwood a few days after ward, when the light and warmth wero be gluing tn como back from her heart to her face. 'Mother, I have never thanked you for tho greatest blessing of my life; for th gain which has been your loss. Let me do so now. If, in my selfishness, I have forgot ten to be grateful, it shall never be so again, I owe more to you than to any one living Uoil bless you ana reward you. i here is room enough in Marie s heart for both of us tempt to stauuch the flow, Cleveland made no effort to conceal the indifference which he felt towards his wife's mother. He was polito to her whenever they happened to meet, which was not very ften, as Mrs. Fleetwood rarely called at his house to see Marie, except in the day time, when her husband was away from home. Now and then, at remote intervals he went with Marie to seo her in the even ing, and put on a kind of pretense of caring for her ; but, though ho said pleasant words, au ear acute to discern every affection iu the voice, could perceive no heart in them, listen though it often did with a hungry longing for tho love and tender considera lion which were denied. Not that Mrs Fleetwood ever annoyed him with ungra cious intrusions of herself, or made herself disagreeable iu any way. He was simply indilforent ; had never takeu her into ac count and never meant to. If she had been in any personal or pecuniary need, for Ma rie's Bake and for the sake of appearances, he would liuve supplied all her necessities ; but for any higher claim he had uo recogniiiou, The tem.er aud sentimental side of His na ture had received so far in life but little cut turo, One day a lady who had known him inti uiately for so many years that she had uc quired the privilege of plain speaking, asked him, with some concern iu her voice, if Mrs. Fleetwood had been sick. I presume not,' was the rather cold reply, 'At least I've heard nothing about it.' 'When did you see her last ?' inquired the lady. The young man lifted his eyes to tho cejl iug in a half-indifferent nay, and after re flecting for a moment or two he said 'Really, Mrs. Ray, I cannot just remem ber when It was, The lady fixed her gaze uprn film and with an expression thai caused him to ask 'What's the matter? Why do you look at me so ? He tried to smile, but the sober tounte nance of his friend drove the llght.back from his face, 'Don't remember when you last 6aw Ma rie's mother?' 'Perhaps I could remember if I were to try very hard. She's here eviry week, may THE OAMIiETTA DUEL. HOW MARK TWAIN DISTINGUISHED HIMSELF AS THE SIATBSMAN'S SECOND. Mark Twain writes for the Atlanlio Mouth hj nn account of his participation in the re cent duel between Gambetta and Fourtou. When he hail heard of the outbreak in the assembly he says he called on Gambetta, whom hefound 'steeped in a profound Fench calm.' Mr. Twain after being embraced be gau the conversation I sa'd 1 supposed lie would wl.su me to act as his second, and he said : 'Of course. I said I must be allowed to act uuder a French name, so that I might be shielded from ob loquy in my country in caso of fatal results. lie winced here, probably at the suggestion that dueling was not regarded with respect in America. However, he agreed to my rt quirement. This accounts fur the fact that in all the newspaper reports M. Gambetta a second was apparently a frenchman. First, we drew up my principal's will. I insisted upon this and -tuck to my point. I said I had never heard or a man 111 his right mind doing anything of the kind. When we had finished the will, he wished to proceed to a choice of his last words.' He wanted to know how tho following exclamation, struck me I die for my God, for my country, for freedom of speech, for progress and tho uni versal brotherhood of man 1' I objected that this would require too lin gering a death ; it was a good speech for a consiimptivc,;but not suited to tho exigencies of tho field of honor. We wrangled over a good many ante-mortem outbursts, but I fi nally got him to cut his obituary down to this, which ho copied into his memorandum book, puposing to get it by .heart : I die that France may live. I said that this remark seemed to lack rel cvancy ; but ho said relevancy was a innttt r countenance. It was half surprise, and half consequence in last worus wuat you alarm. Swift as the movement of a thoucht wanted was thrill 'She was hero yesterday,' Mario answered. How is she ?' The interest expressed in her husband's voice sent a quicker.throbto Marie's heart. 'About ns usual 'Some one said she was not looking very well.' The young mau saw a change in Mane a had th inner nnd now clearer sight of the daughter passed to tho mother's place. The face into which sho had loooked with her natural eye? on the day beforo. How much moro she saw in it now than then I No she was not feeling well. A feeling of anxi ety crept into her heart, and began to shad aw her face. Her llfo must be very lonely now that I'm away from her,' said Marie, a slight quaver in her voice, 'I wonder sometimes that sbe is as cheerful as she is, 'Yes, it must be n great chango for her, greater, perhaps, than we have realized,' re marked her husband, speaking in repressed tones, as ono trying to hide some feeling. Little more was said during the meal. Both were absorbed in their own thoughts; thoughts which neither was ready to unveil to the other. 'Suppose we call round and see your moth er this evening,' naid the young husband, as they arose from the table. We haven't been there for I can't say how long.' Oh shall we ?' I've been wanting to see her all day. Poor motherl I often think how lonely her life must be. She was quiet er than usual when she was here yesterday, and didn't take as much interest in things as she has been in the habit of doing. And now 1 remember, that it struck me once or twice that she had an expression in her face which I had never seen there before, nnd which I did not understand No, Marie had not understood the mean ing of what she saw in her mother's face at their last nveting, The allluence of her mother's lift. Feeding herself upon the manna of love,aud with Its rich juices cours ing through tier veins, how could she know that her mother was v? s ingfrom starvation because the food had been withdrawn and denied the food of her heart I Motherl' The heavy eyelids unclosed and lifted themselves slowly, Had she been be two or threo times ; but I'm uever home I asleep In the great arm-chair? Or only lost except Iu the evening.' 'And is Mrs, Fleetwood never ut your house in the evening ?' 'Very rarely. Sho doean t like to go out after night.' Does she live entirely alone ?' lu n walking dream of her old delight, 'Oh motherl My dear, dear mother What fcjwild passion of love expressed it self in iuane s voice as sno drew tier arm about her mother's neck and held her face closely to her, bosom I then wrote tho following note and carried it to Mr. Fourtou's friend : Siu ; M. Gambetta accepts M. Fourtou's challenge, and .authorizes me to propose Plessis-Piquet as the place of uieetiug j to morrow morning at day-break as tho time ; and axes as the weapons. I am, sir, with great.respect, Mark Twain. M. Fourtou's friend read this note, and shuddered. Then he turned to me, aud said with a suggestion of severity in his tuna : Have uu considered, sir, what would be tue inevitable result 01 such a meeting as this?' 'Well for instance, what would it be?' 'Bloodshed 1' That's about the size of it,' I said. 'Now, if it is a l.tir question, what was your side proposing to shed ?' I had him there, he saw ho had made a blunder, to li3 hastened to explain it away. Ho said he had spoken jestingly. Then ho said that he aud his principal would enjoy axes, and indeed prefer them, but such weapons were barred by the French code, aud so I must change my proposal. After proposiug Gatliug guns, rifles, navy pistols aud brick-bats, Mr. Twain left the choice of weapons to the other second, who fished out of his vest pocket,a couplo of little things which I carried to the light and dis covered to be pistols. They wero single barrelled aud silver-mounted, and very dainty and pretty, 1 was not able to speak for emotion. I silently hung one of them 011 iny watch-chain, aud returned the other, My companion lu crime now uurolled a post' age stamp containing several cartridges and gave me one of them, 1 asked if he meant to signify by this that our men were to be allowed but one shot apiece. Ho replied that tho French code pennilttd no more. I then begged him to go 011 aud suggest a ills tauce, fur my mind was growing weak and cunlu cd uuder the strulu which had been put upon It. Huuauiedixty-fie yards. I nearly lost my patience. I said ; "Slxty-fivo yards, with thesa instruments? Pop-guus would be dsadlicr At fifty. Con sider, my friend, you and I are bandfd to getber to destroy life, not make it eternal But with all my persuasions, all my argu ment", I was only nblo to get him to reduce the distance to thirty-five yards; and even this concession ho made with reluctance, and said with a sigh: "I wash my hands of this slaughter; on your head be It " There was nothing for me but to go home to my own llon-hcart nnd tell my humiliat ing story. When I entered M. Gambetta wai laying his last lock of hair npon the altar. He sprang toward me, exclaiming; "Tho weapon, the weapon I Quick I hat Is tho weapon?" "This I" and I displayed that silver- mounted thing. lie caught but one glimpse of It, then swooned ponderously to tho floor. When he came to he said, mournfully s "The unnatural calm to which I have subjected myself has told upou my nervc. But away with weakness I I will confront iny fate tike a mau and a Frenchman," He rose to his feet and assumed an attl tudo which for sublimity has never been ap proached by man nnd has seldom been sur passed by statues. After a long silence he asked . "Was nothing said about that man's fam ily standing up with him ns an offset to my bulk? Rut no matter; I would not sloop to make such n suggestion ; if he is not noblo enough to fuggest it himself he is wel come to this advantage, which no honorable man would take." "At what hour is tho engagement to bo gin?" "Hall-past nine." "Very good indeed. Have you sent the facts to the newspapers?" "Sir I If after our long and intlmnte friendship you can for a moment deem mo capable of so baso a treachery" "Tut, tut I What words are these, my dear friend ? Have I wounded you ? Ah, forgive me ; 1 nm overloading you with la bor. Therefore goon with the other details, and drop this one from your list. Tho bloody-minded Fourtou will bo sure to at tend to it. Or I myself yes, to make cer tain, I will drop a note to my journalistic friend, M. Noir" "Oh, come to think, you may save your self the trouble"; that other second has in formed M. Noir." "H'ml I might hnve known it. Ills just liko that Fourtou, who always wants to make 11 display." At half past nine in tho morning the pro cession approached tho field of Plessis-Piquet lu tho following order : First came our cairisge nobody in it but Gambetta nnd myself; then n carriage containing M. For tou and his second ; then a carriage con taining two poet orators who did not brieve in God, and these had MS. funeral orations projecting from their breast-pockets ; then .1 eirnage containing head surgeons and tu . cases of instruments; then eight pri vate carriages containing consulting sur geons ; then a hack containing the coroner ; then tho two hearses ; then a carriage con taining the head undertakers; then a train of mutes and assistants on foot ; and after those came plodding through the fog a long procession of camp-followers, police and citizens generally. It was a noble turnout, and would havo made a fine display if we had had thinner weather. The police noticed that tho public bad massed themselves together on the light and left of tho field ; they therefore begged u de lay, while they should put these poor peo ple in a place of safely. The police having ordered the two multitudes to take positions behind the duelists, we were once more ready. Tho weather growing still more opaque, it was agreed betn ecu myself and tho other second that before giving the fatal signal we should each deliver a loud whoop to enable the enmbattants to ascertain eacli other's whereabouts. I now returned to my principal and was distressed to see that he had lost a good bit of his spirit. I tried iny best to hearten him. I said 1 'Indeed, sir, things are not ns bad as they seem. Considering the char acter of the weapons, tho limited number of shots allowed, the generous'dlstance, the im penetrable solidity of the fog, and the add ed fact that one of the combattants is one eyed and the other cross-eyed and nenr-sight-cd, it seems to me that this conflict need not necessarily bo fatal. There aro chances that both of you may survive. Therefore, cheer up ; do not bo down-hearted." Tliis speech had so good an effect that my principal immediately stretched forth his hand aud said : "I am myself again; give mo the weap on." I laid it, all lonely and forlorn, in the centre of the vast solitude of his palm. He gazed at it and shuddered. And still mourn fully contemplating it he murmured in a broken voice : "Alas it is not death I dread, but muti lation." I heartened him once more, and with such success that he presently said : 'Let the tragedy begin. Stand at my back ; do not desert me at this solemn hour, my friend.' I gave him my promise. I now assisted him to point the pistol toward the spot where I judged the adversary to be'standing, and cautioned him to listen well and further Poetical. "WHAT SHALL WE DO?" BY MRS. W1IIT0K. A mother tat stitching nnd stitching away. It rained nnd htrboys wero indoors at play, When one of Ihcm came nnd leaned on her chair Ahd said with a touchingly wcarlcd-oiit air, "We've played every flay in the world that wo know ?" Now, what shall we do ?" Beforo poor mamma had a chance to reply, The lest of the little ones gathered closo by. Aud the sum of their troubles all seemed the same. "We wish that wo knew Bome wonderful game. We've been sailors and soldiers, and fought battles too ; Now, what shall we do ?" Mamma thought for a moment) then gaily re plied. "Build n palace of blocks, with n portico wide, And play that the owner had money to spend, And wanted to decorate rooms without end, And ordered somo pictures painted by you. That's what you can do. "Now each take n pencil nnd paper, and draw The most wonderful thing that ever you saw ; A lily, a sunset, a, shore, or a sea, A gorgeous-winged butterfly chasing a bee ; Or three iittlo boys, that arc Baying, like yoo, Now, what shall wo do?" Tho brightened up children took pencils in hand (As tho amateur artists yon'll all understand,) And worked at their pictures until it was plain The funny gray clouds had forgotten to rain; And mamma had a rest (not a long one it' true,) 0 i sweet patient mothers ; in this earnest way You aro doing life's work, whllo your little ones play ; You nre fashioning souls that hereafter shall rise, God's beautiful angels, winged, to the skies; And Heaven makes reply to your "what shall we do?" Since Love teaches you. IPi'rfe urate. ONLY ME A little figure glided through the hall ; "Is that yon, Pet?' tho words came tenderly; A sob suppressed to let the answer fall "It isn't Pet, mamma ; it's only mo." The quivering baby lips! they had not meant, To utter any word lould plant a sting, But to that mother-heart a strange pang went ; Sho heard, and stood like a convicted thing. One instant, nnd a happy iittlo face, Thrilled 'neath unwonted kisses rained above And from that moment Only Sle had place And part with Pet in tender mother-love. The Boy with the Bandbox. Not long ago as the country people who had brought in produce to tell in the mar ket, were about ready to start for home, a boy appeared at tho lower end of the Central Market, Chicago, with a blue bandbox un der bis arm. Among the vehicles was a one-horse wagon belonging to an old woman who had just sold four bags of onions, and was ready to drive home. The boy approach ed her in an honest, straightforward manner and remarked : 'Well, Auntie, here is the bonnet, at last.' 'A bsnnet ?' sho inquired. 'Why, yes ; the one you ordered at the store a week ago. You'll look so purty In it, that the old man won't know you. It's all paid for all right, aud now I'll set it right hero by you feet. Tra-la, Auntie.' The old woman knew the boy was making a mistake in leaving a bonnet with her, but after 'the first words of surprise sho made no sign. Sbe reasoned that it wasn't her business to correct mistakes, and as soon as he boy had letired, she picked up the liness tand drove up Randolph street, every mo meut expecting to hear the mistaken boy calling after her, and every moment hurry ing the old nag as fast as he could go. Af ter reaching Gratiot Avenue and Brush street, she felt that the boy could not over take her, and it was only natural that she should have a lively curiosity to see what sort of a bonnet it was. If plain black, it would do fur her daughter. The horse wm reined up to the curb, and the driver care fully unfastened the string fastening the box and lifted the cover. A 'yaller' cat of mon strous size, feeling that he had been abused and insulted, and his eyes glaring with bate aqd contempt, came out of the box like bullet. People who happened to be lu that neigh borhood were treated to a curious spectacle. With ono wild, unearthly yell, an old wo man was seen to pitch backwards over tbe seat, and sail for the ground by the shortest route. While clawing around with ber head In the snow bank, tbe cat, seeing her out of the way made a spring from the seat guide himself by my fellow second's whoop. Then I propped myself against M. Gambet- ta's back, and raised a rousing 'Whoop-ee 1' This was answered from out the far distan ces of tho fog, and I immediately shouted -. "One two three fire 1" Two little sounds like spit I spit I broke upon my car, and In the same Instant I was crushed to the earth under a moun tain of flesh. Burled as I was, I was still able to catch a faint accent from above to this effect : "I die lor for deuce take it, what Is it I die for ? oh, yes Franco 1 1 die that France may live ?'' The surgeons Bwarmed around with tiieir probes in their hands and applied their mi croscopes to the whole area of M. Gambet- ta's person with the happy result of finding nothing in the uature of a wound, Then a scene ensued which was In very way grati fying anil inspiriting. The two gladiators fell upon each others necks,wltb floods of happy and tears ; that other second embraced me : the surgeons. to the horse's back and began a scries of per formances never known or dreamed of by that old equine and tbe way that old horse gathered his legs under him and scattered tbe old wagon for half a block was wicked to see. The woman dug out of tbe snow by a considerate bystander, stood on the side walk and endeavored to explain. A man in the crowd picked up a wagon wheel and en deavored to remark that the whole outfit wasn't worth scraping together, and some one in the crowd solemnly observed : 'If honesty ain't thebest policy, then I don't want a cent.' A Wise Deacon. "Deacon Wilder, I want you to tell me how you kept yourself and family bo well tbe past season, when all the rest of us have been sick bo much, and have bad the doc tors running to us so long," "Bro. Taylor the answer is very easy. I used Hop Bitters In time and saved large doctors bills. Threo dollars' worth of it the orators, the undertakers, the police, ev- kept u " we and able to work all the erybody embraced, everybody congratulat- "n'e, anu 1 win warrant it n as cost you ana cd, everybody cried, Mini the whole atmos phere was filled with praise and with joy nn speakable. It seemed to mo then that 1 would rather be the hero of a French duel than a crowned aud sceptered monarch. Two men still keep a steady guard day and night over tbe grave of llrlgbatn Ytuug in a small building erected near it. most of the neighbors 0110 to two hundred dollars apiece to keep sick the same time. I guess you'll take my medicine hereafter," See other column, A young man sent sixty cents to a firm in Michigan who advertised a recipe to prevent bad dreams. He received a slip of paper on which was written, "Dou't go to sleep,"