BACHELOR BABION. Whsa ws were first married we bought a littl cottage in tha midst of a prst.T garden a cottage that h:a just four rooms and a garret in nil, but vra ranted no wore. "One the property of the lata Miss ..ancy Free, the real estate dealer said in his circular. We did not think much about Miss Free, however, oolr that her old-fash- ianed furniture just what every one was going wild over went with the house. and that we could make it the prettiest little nest in the world. We were begin uing the world. Why should we think of those who had dona with it r Why should Jack and Lottie Deane, just married, ask what had been the hopes and griefs of Nancy Free, spinster. some time dead ? We live for oureelref in this world. Jaok bought the house we moved in. The place had been very carefully kept clean by the agent, and I began to ar range and rearrange, to tie ribbon bows on chairs, to loop fresh muslin curtains at the window panes, to fill the old china vases with flowers, thinking of Jack the while, as a bride would be apt to do, when looking out of the window I saw a quaint old figure coming up the road that of a man very old ia years, and who had not changed his garb with the fash ions of the times. His hat had a bell crown and rolling rim, his collar and coat and neckerohief were of the sort we see in our grand father s portraits. I had had him pointed out to me as "Bachelor Barton," and been told that he was rich and of good old family, and had once been cisap pointed in love. I hid myeelf behind the curtain and watched him curiously as be came on. wondering if he were once a handsome young fellow like my Jack, and if he bad loved some one as Jack loved me, and how it was that youth could change to age and golden locks to gray, and why it need to be, when to my surprise ha paused at the gate of my garden and en tered. Perhaps his old-fashioned politeness led him to call upon the "strangers," after the good old custom so rapidly dy ing out. A moment more my little maid brought me bis card, and with a glance at the mirror, I hurried down to greet him. Close at hand Bachelor Barton was older than he had seemed from my up per window, and frailer, but his face had a sweet expression still. "Pardon my intrusion, madam," ha said. "I saw the house open for the first time for years and could not restrain my self from approaching the door. I knew it well in bygone days, w hen Miss Nancy Free and her mother lived here. I came here often then. I was a very intimate friend. I wanted to see the dear old rooms once again. Miss Free was eighty when she died ; I am eighty -five. But we were very young people when wa first met twenty-one and twenty-six. You think me an eccentric old creature no doubt, but I want to eee the bouse once before I die, for old times' sake. " "Come in, sir," I said. "I shall be happy to show you every corner of it. 1 think I understand" "As young people understand such things," he said. "Happily they can not quite know how the old feel not quite. " He held his quaint old hat in his hand as he spoke, and gave me a sad smile that drew his face into a hundred tiny crow's feet, and as I motioned the way ha followed me ioto our little parlor and sat down. "Nothing altered," he said. "Thia ia old Mrs. Free's fuiliiture, that had been her grandmother's io Revolutionary days. They say it is the fad of the time to buy it up or have imitations of it. The brass andirons, the shovels and tongs, the carved chairs, the escritoire I remember them all. This is a Turkish carpet there are hardly any of them to be found now. Yes, Mrs. Free sat here, and Nancy played the guitar, and I sang you would not think that I sang or, I remember, she worked at her tambour frame while I read aloud from the poeta." He moved his head slowly about, noting every detail the peacock feather fans, the cut-glass decanters and glasses, the painted china in the corner cup board, the footstool like a melon, the lamp mat like a rose. Nothing had worn out or grown shabby in the spinster's little home. "Once," he said, "Miss Nancy sat for a miniature to a painter then well known. It was a speaking likeness. Docs it by chance remain in the house?" 1 think it does," I said. "The hsir, a nephew, a rich man, who lives in New Orleans, wrote orders that the house should be sold with all its belongings, and I think the miniature you mean is here." I went to the escritoire and drew from one of the drawers the likeness of a lady painted on ivory and set in a narrow gold frame. I doubt if it really resem bled any living being. It was a beautiful doll, all pink and white, with blue eyee, little brown curls penciled on the forehead aud a white (rill about the neck, but as I put it into the hands of Bachelor Barton he gazed upeu it with rapture. "Miss Nancy's very self," he said, "as she appeared at twenty-two. There are no such women now. " He paused, and with a low bow, added, " With the ex ception of the fair lady in whoee presence I now stand. " I'courtesied. I hope I did it properly. It seeurred the only thing to do under the circumstances. vAJr this I begged the old gentleman to vidit any portion of the house and grounds be pleased, an. I when he went a.vay presented him with Miss Nancy's 'Miniature, for which he kissed my hand, Kandiug at a long distance und touchiug my fingers as though they were sacred relics. We talked him over at toa time, Jack umi I, aud made up our minds that he liai once toon a suitor of Miss Nancy's. It was not a very difficult matter to guoas that, and from that day he called frequently. He made me his confidante at last. lie had adored Miss Naecy, he told me, aud she had returned his affection, and tliry had become engaged to each other with the consent of the mother, and all went morry as a mnrringa bell, until, in some nianuer, ha oflended the object of his adoration. I judge ha made her jealous, having been in bis dsy a beau of the first water nud much admired by tho ladies, but he w as too modest to say so outright But i t all events she would not forgive him. She refused him tho miniature which had beeu painted for him, she took back her lock of hair and sent him back his letters, and in all sorts of ways wrecked vngisnce upon him for his evil doing. Yt I believe she intended to relent and f .rire, and he also thought so, I am sum. He mnde every possible apology und overture, but the yielded not one inch. At lent her mother died. That great sorrow, it st-emed to him, must how her lr:d-, aud she must mora tiian ever need a comforter, a consoler, a protector. Allowing time for the first burst of grief, he w rote to her, nuking her to reply, whatever her flat miht b-,, begging her lo forgive hiui and onoe more promise to be his wife. "8he ritver answered me," he said, "blur never gnve cie one word in reply. " It whs on my tnuitue to stijr she had been very vindictive, but I eaw that that would not do. Miss Nancy wa saint I iu his memory aud could be suspected of iiu Mroiig whatever. "I erred Iwyonl forgiveness, sweet wifcel," he sa ill "I erred beyond for giveiiM;"Hnd Bachelor Barton could not bate Iwu moved from lliU opinion by the " liinor of an angeL "Auntie," cried my little nephew, "there's something in the crow's nest" I wns sitting iu 'lie garden and the voice sounded above my head. I looked up with a start. In the road outside aivse a tnll pule, and from time iinme moiijl a grent cro ' nest had crowned it. How little Billy had managed to reach iiit upex 1 cannot say, but there he was, ami np-ec'iloiS with horror I could only implore him, in dumb show, to descend. lie auswared me with a laugh, flung something to the ground and came slid ing lowu after it. "You naughty boyt" I cried, as I caught him in my arras. "It's not a bit like a nest, auntie," ha said. "It's all ugly anJ muddy. There were some feathers in it, black, and there was a dead bird, and there was that cap a queer cap. I never saw such a lutmy thing." He picked from the grass the object ha had oust don n. It looked like a crushed leather box, aud had been melted by the sun and soaked by the rain until it was shapeless; but it certainly proved to be a queer, old-fashioned cap with a peak and lined with oiled silk, and as Billy tossed it about and turned it inside out, a nquare white package dropped from some secret spot beueath thia lining, which had kept it from destruction adown the years. Long years they must have been, for the letter hail been written before the Jys when envelopes were used, was curiously folded and sealed with a large Btl on which was the letter "F." It was addressed iu a delicate, running iiui.d, to "Alwyn Barton, Esq,, The Oaks," etc. In fact, it had evidently been intended for the old gentleman wo called Bachelor Barton, and to bim I at once despatched it with n note of ex planation. His answer was a request that I and my husband would do l.itn the honor of calling, aa Mr. Bartou was sick and there was much to explain. And of course we went. Bachelor Bartou, bolstered up with pillows, lay upon a lounge, pale as yellow wax, his eyes shining under his gray brows. 'Dear friends, you have to'd me that the letter you sent me was in the lining of an old leather cap in the crow's nest," he said. "I remember seeing the cap thrown away. Mis Free's little negro errant Cato wore it. A carpenter, who was mending the barn, had snatched it and flung it in the air. Apparently it never came down again. It was searched for, and I watched tka search from the window, but never dreamed that it was in the nest The cap waa old. Cato had a new one. and that was the end of it. But now I remember that in that oiled silk lining the boy put any letters with winch he was sent to the poetofnee. in order to keep thein clean. I think it waa made with a sort of pocket on purpose, and i.i this lining this letter bad started on its way to ma when a rode jest ended my hopes of happiness for life. Cato forgot or never told the fact of its being undelivered. "The letter, dear friends, was an an swer to my prayer for Miss Nancy Free's ;iinli.u a beautiful, forgiving, aogelio re;ily, Had I received it I should have flown to her. She should have been my tridd. Thceo lonely years would have been gladsome. I might not have been the lot loaf on a withered branch. "it was fHted not to be. I trust aha did uot suffer also. I I fear that is pos sible. How discourteous she must have tji'emed ui. I never dreuraed she had u,i.t.ii. I" H p. used. Tears filled his eyes. "1 am sorry," I began. " Don't hay you are sorry you found ii:1 Uacbelur Barton cried. "If I was IkiiIikIi enough to faint when the truth lmrst iiH)u me, I still rejoice. Up there i.iinlt hhe. wails for me there, where tin' u ntil w manifest without words; and I ilmi.k you oh, no much!" We Hiaiil with lain a little longer, and h ia. iced to us of Nancy and old times. .' i, en I left hiiu he kiaaed my hand. lit died that night, and the letter and Miii NaiK V'M miniature repose upon his Lou'.i.i Mary JCyle, in Saturday Night. Cl! Apropoa, "Sin you b.'ive niet Miss Smithers?" Wk I wiw introduced at a social." "!: hi ii woman of great erudition, I ,U I'b'ruland. " " i oe, a regular nobody. " w; . t ooina TO SKA. I used to snv. "When I'm a man. fc A Jolly sailor I will be; I'll bftve my own lRt, If I can. At least I know I'll go to sea. " -i And often to papa I cried. Playing- at ship with plank or pall, "If tills were but the oemn wide, Ob, bow I'd sail and tall and sail! But now no more of boats for met I've bad another better plan Since papa lot me go to sea With ben, the big, brown sailor man. At first I thought It very nice: Yon shonld hnve heard me lsnith nod about) But when we tipped so. nuce or twice, I felt all turning Inside out. I'd rather be our nursemaid Ann, Who has to hear the baby bawl. Than be a wretched sailor man, And bnve no Inside left at all. -Clinton Scollard. Wanteit to Know. There Is a new house being finished on Sibley street, says the Detroit Frte Preu, and the owner was so much annoyed by people asking him if it was for rent that he had a sign painted and hung in the window. It bore this unusual announco nirnt: THIS HOUSE ; : is not ron rent. Thou people stopped and read tha card, hut did not annoy the workmen or the owner by perambulating the house, ask ing questions and suggesting improve ments. That night when tha owner of tha new lions? had goue home to supper, two women called on him. " We are house-hunting. " "I haven't any house," eaid the man crossly. "W't snw your new house and" "Di I you read the notion in the win dow 'r ' "Yea, that's what we came about" "Goodness, woman, doesn't that card distinctly suy 'that the house is not for rent t "But why isn't it for rent? We came on purposu to ask you that very ques tion.' "Bemuse." thundered the owner, "I am ging to lire in it myself." Tlum l.u showed them out and barri caded hiinnulf in. Sot Right Expression. Gus Smith had his photograph taken cot long sin c, and meeting Snobberly showed him the picture, asking him if it wasn't n splendid likeness, tins thought ' . whs the only picture thut ho had ever :i:vl taken thut caught his expression pre cisely. "li's perfect," replied Snobberly, crit ically. "The only tiling about it that is out like you at all ia the face. " Texas Sii' tings. A Soft Spaeth. "We cannot see ourselves ns others us," said Henrietta, when George was trying to convince her of his good points. "No," aaid he. "If we could you wouldu't do anything but look at your tolf." Then she was convinced of his good points. Harper's Bazar. Nosh's Joke. "Provisious are running pretty low, pop," said Shorn on the thirtieth day out. "What are we going to do about it?" "I don't know," said Noah, with a wink at Juphet. "unless wa eat Ham. " Harlem Lite, Mixed Dates. Posy (reaching tor his side pocket) Let me read you my new poem on "Love. Prosy Don't you remember you read it to me last week ? Posy (turning off with a sigh) I only wrote it last night. Life. She Was Not the Janitor's Wife. " Mrs. Wishit Won't you buy me that diamond necklace, Charlie? Mr. Wishit Be reasonable, darling. Iiomember that we tenants can't afford to emulate the janitor's extravagance. Jewellers Weekly. The Modern Method. "Bagley, I understood, went to one of those institutions where they cure in temperance. " "Yes, and he came out cured. " "What is lie doing now ?" "Oh, his relatives put him in the luna tic asylum. "Judge. Foil Directions. "What's the best way to go to Canter bury, air?" asked a traveller on horse back of a pedestrian. " If I were you, sir, I should go to Can terbury on a trot. "Judge. Some Difference. Druggist There you are, sir. Oca twenty-five. Customer Excuse ma, but I'm in the trade. Druggist Oh, I beg pardon. Tea cent. Smith, Gray & Co. 'a Monthly. lie Invited tha Retort. Attorney Wantling What did your father say when lie aaw my picture in your watch? Miss Worth That it was the only case you had ever appeared in. Jewellers' Weekly, Not So Bad. Patient I've lost my appetite, doctor. Doctor Tbafs bad. "Bad I You wouldn't think so if you boarded where I do. "Harlem Life. In Small Dosas. Suodgrass How that man stutters while talkiug to his friend. Snively He's merely giving informa llou on the instalment plan. Judge. It Takes Time. 1 Old Friend And so you've married a count? Whutia hia name? Bride I can spell it for you, dear, but I can't pronounce it yet. Judgo. PHILLIPS'. rv The shade of a parasol j . i ; , i7.: is ii very (icccuuuie iiiviy iii the summer months, out the remit a on or e a .1 v riiiups eaj 'e and Ualtenj cannotbe thrown in the shade at any time the year round- Bread and cakes fresh every day. 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