Sonne wer GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP, Ble gathered at her slender waist “ie beauteous robe she wore; $duiolds a golden belt embraced, me rose-hued gem it bore, “Poe girdle shrank; its lessening round Sill kept the shitting gem, ext now her flowing locks it bound, A fustrous diadem. And narrower still the circlet grew; #lehold ! a glittering band, Sux voseate diamonds set anew, flor neck's white column spanned. Sans vise aud set the straining clasp The shortened links resiss, Xe flashes in a bracelet's grasp Too diamond, on her wrist, Ae length, the round of changes past, The thieving years could bring, The jewel, glittering to the last, till aparkles iv a ring. “a, Tink by link, our friendships part, &o loosen, break and fall, A narrowing zone; the loving heart fives changeless through them all, ER SR RC MOST ROMANTIC. @he was certainly a lovely girl, such as sey man might well be proud of kmowing: at least so seemed to think Bex companion, Cecil Gray, for he gamed and loved—and loving] gazed again “Cecil,” sbe murmured, *‘Cecil, it seems strange, nay, almost impossible, that you should love me, poor Grace Gardner, a lonely orphan, without femends or fortune, and more than all, ywar sister's governess,’ The manly face beside her flushed «wath a loving look as he rephed: “Strange, my darling, it may be, but mot cone whit the less true, that I love you with an tensity that shall outlive awery evil or ill that a cold and unsym- pathetic world can possibly pour upon ws, ¥er' vou, my dearest, I osn glory 4m welinquishing every wish and ambi. tion of my life—home, friends and for- éane—and willingly commence to labor for the daily bread that your loye and presence shall turn into veritable man- aa” “OL, Cecil,” she exclaimed, ‘fit @cems so terribly selfish to allow you to @ive up so much for me! And who knows, you may some day regret so great a sacrifice? N.y, rather let me 0 away, and a to find peace swey from you; happiness were impos- aible.” “Darling Gracie,” he exclaimed, in slarm, **for my sake never mention such sm idea again! What pleasure do you a) all the riches of earth could ’ ord me, unless I had you to share “Then, dear Cecil, I will say no more oaly to beseech you to press me no more dl “To marry me?” he asked, laughing- “Yes,” she replied, blushing, *‘until you have avowed to Cclonel and Mrs, Gray your preference for my humble self, ho can tell what might follow? Birs, Gray hes been kind and consider- ste to me during the short time I have boca here, Perhaps they may not de- ; my dependent position, and, con- ting to our union, all may be bright aad joyous.” “J will do as you wish, love,” he re. plied, fonaly, though I have little hope of success, for you do not know her as well as L do. Bat if 1 fail, darting, will you promise to face poverty at ooce with me and become my bride? I have a handred a year—left me by an auat— which my parents cannot touch or in &orfere with, This will keep us from want until I can meet with employment, Bay, Gracie, darling, sbali it be so? You do not fear poverly with me?” “Fearl” she exclmmed, ‘‘l adthing with you.” He would have been less than a lover fand he not fervently pressed those rosy lips to lus own m true lover fashion, Et was the afternoon ot the next day, «while (race Gardner was giviog a music t lesson to her aflectionate and preity little pupil (Cecil Gray's only sister), “hat the school room door was thrown open in an ominous manner, aod Mrs, Cray, tall and stately, with robes fash. donabie and flowing—walked into the sroom. One glance at her haughty and angry countenance told Grace her er fear She sent little Mabel away to her parse, acd then, turning to the gover- ness, said: «And vow, Miss Gardner, I have to roquest that you will find it con- venient to leave this house this after- HO tafonrcoly thas afternoon,” replied Cirare, quickly, It is now too Iate 60 reach my friends to-day. To- .emorrow morning I sball have no objection to comply with your re- quest. «‘Iutolerable-~your insolence is intol- «argble!” exclaimed the lady, walking jy up and down the room. “I you you shall go at omcel You de mot sleep another night under this wool!” “May 1 be allowed to inquire the onusc of so sudden and urgent a dis. andasal?” asked Grace, in the same quiet : “Ask!” smd Mrs, Uray, scornfully, «Your conscience must tell you well amough! Here, you have not been in costermonger, in which case, I presume, ou would consider your son honored y an alliance with me?” “The daughter of a duke indeed! You are nothing but a hardy adveatur. oss; and let me tell you, miss, neyer presume to see my son again! Should he dare to continue to address you, in defiance of his lawful guardians, he will be disinherited; and, as it is the money and not the man you want, I have no fear as to what course you will pursue with regurd to him!” So saying, she swept irom the room. Grace then wrote a short note as fol- lows: “Dean Crom: “Your suspicions were cor- rect. I am turned from your mcther’s house because I have dared to love and be loved by you. It were better for us to part now, though I can scarcely bring myself te writo such dreadful words, Let me at least see you once more to say farewell, Ishall stay until to-morrow at Mrs, Jones’ cottage 1u the village, Yours, “Grace.” She then left the same address with Mrs. Gray's maid, in order that her boxes might be sent to her; and then wrapping a dark cloak around her, and donning a lace hat, she set out for Mrs, Jones’, who was an old woman, to whom ashe had given money aud kind words during her short residence in London; not, however, before she had stolen silently and unobserved to a se- questered part of the grounds and care- fuily laid her note to Cecil Gray in a hole beneath a large stone, which hole —t0 judge by the careful manner in which it was made and arranged—had already been the receptacle of similar messages, It was a glcrions evening toward the close of July when, in a handsome room in a fashiopable hotel in the Lake dis. trict, Cecil Gray sat alone with his beauteous bride, The evening sunset was lighting up lakes, mountains, and woods with silent beauty, Grace bad been busy writing, but her letter was finished, and as she raised her lovely head she exclaimed: “Oh, Cecil, how perfectly enchanting this sunset is! My darling, your love is to me what the setting sun is to pa- ture; it fills me with a bright, rosy hap- piness, which changes my whole being, and makes it as bright as the setting sun makes yoa lovely landscape!” “Heaven bless you for saying so, darting wife! Nothing on earth could add to the beauty of my beloved’s face, that is already perfect!” She blushed in silent happiness, aod for awhile they watched the glowing scene with a joy too deep for words, Presently he said, playfully: “And whom has my dear wife been writiog fo?” “To Lady Powis,” ‘she replied, promptly, ‘‘though I must ask you iu this one instance to excuse me from showing you tho letter, Lady Powis » an old tnend of my dear dead mother, and to her I owe more than words can express. Bue is immensely rich sod very influential, and it was entirely my own fault that I took an engagement as governess instead of remaining wila er. 1 have now written to her of my marriage, aud if is jost possible that she may be abié¢ and willing to fiud you some suitable appoititaent,” “You dear, kind, thoughtfal wife! | cannot say, but I hope she way for you: | suke; for I fear, love, that unless somo thunyg torus ap, I shall have lo forego the pleasure of seeing you attired un such costly raiment as fuis, sid this,’ ue replied, touching almost revercutiy her riot black silk cress and the beauty ful lace she wore around wrists and neck. “That would never grieve me,” said she, lightly, *‘lsuali eas happy ia serge as in satin, if dear Uecll oniy loves me.” “However, before we make up our minds to poverty, let us wait aud see what Lady Powis has to say,” The return post brought a letter from Lady Powis, congratulating ber des: (dracie upou the bsppy marriage sue had formed; and then went om to in. yite the young vouple to come 0 her ox a visit as soon as toeir honeymoon was ended; wishing, however, Gai they would come on the moruing of the firs: of August, as on the evening of tua she was to give a grand ball—the last of tne season—in bwnor of the re turn of her nieee, Lady Gertrude Gor- don, from = threo woaths’ visit to » cousin in Germauy.” . “There, now!” said Gracie, clapping her pretty hands, “But you must order a ball-dross my love,” said Cecil; “My pearl must be set in as fine goldasany ober at this ball” “Oh, leave that to me, dear,” sail she, *‘Only you must promise me net to fall 1a love with Lady Gertrude,” “Is she very pretty, then?” “You shall tell me if you think her so when you see her,” said Grace, : £ E : } £3 $5 id your smares so cleverly that you Swe sucoseded in entrapping my only seu. Aud so skilfully snd slily have you played your part thas I had not a of what was gong an, Ysii youth, with face, has dared night,’ snd he pressed her fair form warmly to his manly breast. Proudly he gave her his arm and do- soended to the drawing-room, Mrs, Gray's heart had beaten with proud triumph when she received the invitation to the ball, and above sll to, dine en famille with Lady Powis previ. ously, for ber social position scarcely entitled her to such an honor, She was aghast with amazement when she saw her son entering the room, bearing on his arm the ‘hardy adven- turess.” But her humiliation was truly pitiful when Lady Powis, taking the hand of the lovely and smiling bride, led her to them, saying: “Mrs. oy Colonel Gray, allow me to present to you one who, until lately, was my dearly loved niece, Lady Ger- trude Gordon, but who is now the wife of your son, and consequently your daughter-in-law.” “Good heavens!” exclaimed Cecil, *‘what mystery i: this?" Grace, or rather Lady Gertrude, broke into a merry peal of silvery laughter. “Now,” said she, gleefully, ‘‘this de- nouement is simply charming; have 1 not played my part well? and has not dear auntie carried out my plans exoel- lently? "This is, I am sure, a most ro- mantic marriade, and I believe will be as happy as romantic,” said she, turn- ing fondly to her hnsvand. “But, my darling,” said he, with painful embarrassment, ‘I cannot un- derstand this at all. Have pity and ex- plain,” “I think I had better do that,” said Lady Powis, gracefally, ‘My niece, like myself, is of a romantic disposition, She was the belle of the season, and her beauty and wealth brought her many admirers; but she refused them all, She told me often that she longed to be loved for herself alone, and not for her wealth and title, You,” sad she, turning to Colonel and Mrs, Gray, “had but just returned with your son here from a long residence abroad when we saw you ata concert, Gertrude saw you then for the first time,” continued she, addressing Cecil, ‘and on return- ing home she remarked, ‘Auntie, if ever I marry it must be such a man as that.’ The next day came Mrs, Gray's letler, asking me, as an old acquaintance, if 1 could recommend her a governess, Sad. denly Gertrude declared her intention ol playiog the part and accepting the engagement, ‘Now, suniie, saad she, ‘I will see if there is & maa in the world who ean love Gertrude Gordon for her- sell alone,” It was stipulated that sie should never be invited imto the draw- ing-room, to prevent ner recognition by any who had seen her in her own ehar- acter. How iar her plan has suceeded is seen by the fact that she 1s now Mrs, Cecil Gray.” “Yes,” said Gertrude, turning to her mother-in-law, “It happened that Cecil and I met the first Gay of my resi- dence with you, while I was walkiog out with Mabe'!, alter that we met every evening under the elm trees The plens- are of those happy hours made joyous the duties and resirsints of my new po sition, which would otoerwise have proved irksome,” Then approaching Mrs, Gray—who was weeping tears of shame and mortification —said, sweetly, Pardon, dear madame, the deception [ practiced upon you; and in a mother's auxiety for the weliare of ber gon I can cheerfully exense your apparent hamsh- | ness to me, 1 have no motoer; let me flad oue now.” The haughty lady bowed her head, murmuriog: “You overpower me with your good- | ness; I am not worihy of in" Gertrude kissed ber affectionately, and then passing to the Colonel, said: “[ see 1 need not plead here fora father's kus.” * Good heavens! no, I'd no idea there was such a beauty in my house, or I should have taken the youug gentle. man’s part, and let him marry you, governess or no goberness;” aad he took per in his arms aud saluted her heart ily. "She then approached her husband with a t midity new 10 her, saying: “Ani Cecil—ocan be too forgive my deception?” Ho bent forward, and ised her jeweled hand to his lips, saying: “Forgive! My darling, what have I to forgive? Rather, what have I done to deserve such love, such goodness? With the devotion of my life will I ze- pay your generous love, my darling, my wife!” The ball waa a splendid affair, and the lovely bride far outshone all the beauti- ful girls preseat, Great was the surprise that the belle of the season should have suddenly gone abroad, to return with a young and handsome husband, Bat though gossip was busy for awhile, the affair rewasined a mystery and was soon forgotten, To a very few indeed was it ever known that the lovely wife of Cecil Gray was ever Lis sister's governoss, Frarnerny was sitting in tho front parior with the famiiy, waiting for the old folks to pack off to when Miss Smith remarked to her little brother: “I am afraid you are too heavy to sit on Mr. Featheriy's knoe,” “No, I'm not, am I, Mr, Featherly? I've seen you hold sister on your knee, and she's a good deal heavier than | Mistaken Identity, Tom Paschal is, or rather was, a Ban Antonio boy, about twenty-five or thirty yoars ago. He is now district judge of one of the judicial districts of Western Texns, He is the son of the late Judge J. A, Paschal, and nephew of Hon. Gi. W. Paschal, the only mau who was able to digest the laws of Texas—so it will be seen that Judge Tom Paschal comes by his judicial mind honestly. In personal appearance, he bears con- siderable resemblance to Captain Ben Thompson, of Austin, whose name may be familiar to some of our readers in connection with the violent death of a prominent San Antonian named Jack Harris, Not long since, Judge Paschal was traveling, per stage. with his family over his district, He bad paid fora sufficient number of seats to accommo: date his family, but the energetic stage agent had crowded in a few more, and the result was that Judge Paschal had to make a kindergarten of himself for about forty miles. A father may cling to his children through thick and thin, but when his children eling to him for forty miles, he wishes he had never been born When the stage reached its destina. tion, Judge Paschal hunted up the agent at that end of the line, and made a few judicious remarks about the management of that particular stage line, As a general thing, stage agents are not remarkable for having their tempers under control, but this one was an ex- ception. He received the rebuke of Judge Paschal with a degree of hamil- ity that was positively phenomenal, He said: | “Captain, I hope you will overlook | it this time, and next tune you come over the line you shall have a stage all to yoursalf, and it shan’t cost you a cent,” Alter the interview was over, the stage agent said to a friend: “If any other feliow but Captain Ben Thompson had talked to me that way, 1 would have made it hot for him.” “Why, you confounded fool; that was not Ben Thompson that was Judge Paschal,” “What!” gasped the stage agent, “I pay that was Judge Paschal Ho can’t kit a barn door with a pistol if he were to shoot at it for a week, “You say that galoot was only a mis- erable judge?” “That's all.” “And here I have taken sass from a judge! 1am a disgraced man if 1 don't find him," The stage agent put on his pistol, and went over to the hotel to demand an apology, but Judge Paschal Lad just leit oa the train, If the agent had found him there would no doubt have been a tragedy, No doubt the stage agent would have at least rolied Judge Paschal in the mud, when the interview took place, if it had not been that he was fully per suaded he was talking to Ben Thomp- sou, whose skill as a marksman is cele brated all over the country. is AAI One Woman's Fate. A correspondent sad: 1 shall forget One wWOI tention of si () people a day | for several months in 8 carpet factory pear the elevated road, Cincinnati, Bas. | ness men who came down in the morn- | jug and were obliged to get off at Chat. | ham square, #0 as (0 conbect branch rond to the city hall, walched the | women curiously as they waited tor their | trains. At might when they walled in the same place they walched them again until their train came along. More than 50 000 men did tus every day in the year. One morning in the early part of May Inst yesr the eyes of every man were attracted toward the southern window of the bulding-—ibe one nearest the station. A new-comer had taken charge of the machine which faced the window. Bhe was a remarkably handsome woman, sad she charmed the eyes of the multitude from the moment she made ber appear. ance. She had a superb figure, shapely arma, magnificent black eyes, lots of color and regular features Occstionally she glanced down at the multitude who watched ber eagerly, but she never smiled st the dudes nor gave the slightest glance of recogmtion at the bankers, brokers and respectable mer- chants who glared at ber, When she first appeared her back har was drawn neatly down over her fore- head and gatbered 10 a tight roli at the back Of her head. She wire a bit of something white sbout her peck. and looked refreshiog and prety. This was just before ihe hot weather began. Grad- ually the woman began 10 fade; the heavy carpet which she wes compelled to stitch became dusty, and the glare from the street and the heat of the sir made the work more and more trying every day. She began 10 show traces of fatigue; she grew heavy-eyed; ber hur, wh had formerly been neally was al- lowed to straggle over her w, and the nestoess which bad characterized her whole appearance disappearad before the op of the heat and the awinl amount of work which she was obliged wo do every day. Her face grew thinner and thinner, the colur departed from ber cheeks snd black circles came under her eyes never at- least BH A with the | An a) Bed ie § | I g freckled woman, with a lace #9 p nitively ugly that it would itop a Chinese uneral, speculation was rite as to what had be- come of the gul One day three of us were geing up town about 8 o'clock in the afternoon in August, talking as usasl shout the carpet girl, when somebody propesed that we should go up into the carpet house snd ask about her. For a moment it seemed a rash and dreadful thing to Jo But after a Jittle thought we descended the steps and climbed to the second story of the building. When we got there we were stared at by several hundred em- ployes, and guyed uomercifully uatil we found the superintendent. He was a little man, with a quick, nervous manner, god 4 bald head. We stated our errand to him as quickly as posable, ile said: “It 1s sstonishing how much interest the girl created. You are only three of 3,000 men who have come up to ask about her. Her history was not remarkable in any re- spect, and she 18 now doing quite well.” ‘‘What bas become of her” ‘You seem very anxious to know,” said the little man with a very bard twinkle of his right eye as he stared at us. “Well, what the deuce did become of herf” “She married,” ssid the little man la comically. ‘I'here was another dreary pause. Finally, I mustered up courage enough Lo say: “Who?” “Me,” said the little man, Then we left, Fliguette For Chinese Women, A young girl walking m the street must not turn her head round; nor at home is she to glance slyly at visitors, She is to remember, moreover, that women have been honored from the earliest times, The philosopher, Mendze, grieved when he saw his moth. @r break her shuttle; the woman Tsoun threw herself onto a sword in order to save her husband's life, the mother of Ao, being so poor that she could not buy writing materials, taught ber son to read by tracing characters in the sand, Women should be able to read, write and use the counting machine, so as to be in a position 10 direct a honse- hold. They should read books of piety and stories of morality in action, while avoiding love-poetry, songs and aneo- dotes, Women should be reserved; and they are cruelly epjoined never to occupy themselves with other people's affairs, Men ought neyer to talk of domestic matters, while women should never talk of snything else. While a visitor is in the drawing-room the lady of the house should not be beard rais- ing ker voice in the kitchen, Women are not to paint their faces and wear striking colors, for the msufficient rea son that if they do men will look at them, Young women, as well as young men, are to be dutiful to their parents and always io a good humor, even whe their father nnd mother ave not, They are to ask them waether they are hot or whether they are cold, to take them fooxi and drnok sod to furcish them shoes, When a sek permussion of her busbani: w go “From the ughest sn Virtue Arrive af LAs uch 11 the first has emper, and wo must be supported, it is veces. ary, under these cironmsiances, w says toe “Manual,” “not 10 give way 10 jeaouly, but 10 hve together on [nelly bolus in ihe same house, AL prescul groad dissensions take piace between nt and second wives, Out of a hundred first wives you will scarcely find cue or two of a sweet aud affable dwpomtion, 1 bave taken great pains,” adds the author, ‘Yn wnting this paragraph, Do not read 13 thoughslesmiy,” UM, powever, he bad been more thoughtful hisasel!, it might have occurred tw hun that the want of sweetness and afabu- ity which he deplores in supplan.ed * fire: wives” is the result less Of clusr- scier bau circnmsislices, snd that it would show ised equally iu sesund wives if they iu their tun were $0 Le re; isn AAI AE A Sister's Hiaader, A few days ago sn elderly gentloman with a very fatherly and kind Jook about him was sauntering along Brigham sireet, salt Lake, enjoying the bracing air and soenéry round about. As be approached the Beo Hive house, Brigham Young's oid residence, an elderly lady with a loose wrapper on, and hair disheveled, ran out, and grabbing the old and venerable look. ing gentleman by the arm, ejaculated: “Oh, Mother Taylor, bow giad 1 am to sec you! How well you are looking!” The white-haired old gentleman thanked g iF in Jefferson's Time. ‘I'ie habits of the Inst centdry in 1¢ spect to decorum wer: just receding, men were— for better or worse-~censing to occupy themselves about personal ¢X ternals, snd the customary suit of solemn biack was only just coming nin vogue The old regime was dylog, and its dis BPPCATANce Was 88 conspicuous in Eng iand as in France, in America a8 in Eogland., This is easily tlustrated If we were Ww read in some old col- lecuion of faded letters 8 woman's anima- ted description of a country visit pic to one who seemed the counterpart of Addison's Mir Roger de Coverly, we should naturally assume that the dete and address of the letter must be very far sway in space and time. Suppose that Lhe narra tor shiould tell us of a fine country house surrounded by lofty elms forming twe avenues, the one leading to the high road, the other to the villsge church. There are family portraits in the hall, a bookcase containing the first edition of the Specta tor, and a buffet of old plate and rare china. Fhe guest remains over Sunday, and her host, wearing wig and cocked hat sod red cloak, escorts her down the ave- nue of elms through the rural church. yard to the village church. At every siep they pass villagers who mske pro- found obeisance, snd at tbe conclusion of the service the whole congregslion re mains standing until this ancient gentle. man and his [friends have passed dowo the broad asiste. Who would not fancy this a scene from some Eoglish hamlet in the days of Queen Anoef Yet it all tock piace in the present century. and ia the quiet village of hsrvard, Massachusett, iittle more than thirty miles from Boston, and now only noted as the abods of a Iittle Shaker community and the scene of Howell's Undiscovered Country. The narrator was the laste Mre. Josiah Quincy, and her host was Heory Bromfield, elder brother of the well. known benefactor of the Boston Athepgam. He was simply a “survival” of the old way of liviog He spoke of Biate street as King street, and Summer street as Beven-Star lane, and his dress and manpers were like lus phrases. Buch survivals were still to be found here and there all over the couniry ol the precise time when Jcfferson became President and shocked Mr. Merry with his morning shppers and Mr. Sullivan by opening his doors to all the world, Jeflerson’s wey of ming 1» Washington exhibited a protuse and ratber slovenly hospitality, which at last jeft hum deeply in debt. Ke kept open house, and bad eleven servants (slaves) from his plasta- ation, besides a French cook and steward aod an Insh conchman. His long dining- room was crowded every day, according to one witness, who tested its hospitality for sixteen days in succession; it Was ¢s- sentially a bachelor establishment, be being then a widower, and we hear litile of Iadies among its visitors. There was no el.qiette at these great dinners; they gat down at four snd talked til midoight. I'he city of Washington was still a frontier ttiement, in that phase of those oul posts when they conmst of many small cabins sod one hotel, at which everybody meets. The White House was the hotel; there was no “‘sociely” saywhere else, be- cause nobody else had 8 drawing-room large enough to receive il. rennsylvania avenue was still an abyss of vellow mud, on which nobody could walk sad where carriages were bemired. Goveraor Morris, of New York, described Warhiogioa as the best city in the world for a future residence “We want nothurg here,” be said, “but houses, cellars, kilcosns, well- wnformsd mon, amiable Women an intle trifies of this Kind, 1) make oar city perfect.” i olher tit - Me Dign't Engage Her. 10 ar intelligence the other day, sod, as there waa po girl 1m at the lime, sal ywn 10 wait for one. She is a Jefferson avenue belle, snd leads the gay in sociely circles. She is also a good daughler and model housekeepor, taking sll the care of a large establishmen: off her mother’s ageing shoulders. As she sat aud waited in the inteih- gence office a gentleman whom she knew came in to get a irl; she had met mm at a social recepiion a few mghis pre. vious. he in full eveamg dress, she m a costume of pink spd Spanish iace, with roses 1a her hair. He had whispered sweet words of admiration 10 ber, and sb bad blushed benesth his too ardent gaze. Ii was only a rehearsal of that foolish old play, “Love's Young Dresm,” but it had left pleasant memories with both. She could not help showing she was jad to meet him sgaie, and half rose. Bat be passed her to spesk to the woman at the desk, who supphed “help” to do- mesic Macedoms. “My brother's family are io mood of a girl, Mrs.——. Can you send one up there to day?” “No, sur,” smd the woman stohdiy, “4ha’ ain't one 10 now.” “why won't this one dol™ asked the gentleraan curtly, turning upon the young Indy, who in her plain walking dress ana veiled turban sat trembling with appre sion. “La, now, she ant no girl,” said the mistress of the intelligence office, but the A young lady went office G procession ed, abruptly, wash, iron, and cook?
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