af Su STR er, Trials of Lilt. List! to the songs the redeem’d ones are singing; ringing, Up from the heart of “he multitude spring. mg; Patient endurance shall have its reward. Cometh the valley of hursiliation, Cometh aflliction and deep tribulation, Cometh bereavement and bitter temptation: “Thus it is written,” and “thus saith the Lord,” Scorn to be guilty of ceaseless Under the billows the jewels are shining Ever the fire the gold 1s refining, Ever the darkn«sa procedeoth the lawn Strength to the oak tree the dark tempest bringeth; Under the hammer the deep anvii ringeth: rom the crush’d vinwmge the nornle wine springeth; Flowers smell sweetest upon repining whey rampled Night sets the stars on the mouncains of utaven; Unto the mourner the promise is given; Deadly miasmas by lightmuogare rigen, Leaving the atwosphers wholesome and sweel, Shrink from the never! Paiadise risoth just over the river A» who is able and ssronyg to deliver Holdeth a lamp for the wayfarer's feet, cross ard Gethsemane Faint not, whatever aflliction betideth; Deep consolation the father provideth; Him whom lmwmanuel loveth He chideth! atient endurance shall have its reward. Out of the valley of humiliation Hisoth the mountain of transfiguration. The tears of His saints are a holy libation, Dear to the heart of a pitying Lord. IN A MOMENT OF PIQUE. You're too good a fellow to be tri- fled with, Allen,” said Charley Leonard ti a confidential tone. *‘‘I hate to see Lng -" “What makes you think she's making a fool of me?” Atlen asked, in a quiet way, that concealed the depths of his feelings. “My dear boy, you must look at ti things in a common-sense light, Miss Lind is an heiress —the richest girl in Cambridge, yon are—" SWha? “Well, you know very well, Allen, that from a worldly point of view, you are pour, ke myself.” = “I have a few thousands, Charley, and then there is my profession, 1 could come. I have enough to make a woman hapoy if she loves me.” “*Yes—if]! That's jast 11!” eried Char- ley, springing up and pacing the room with a restless stride, **Women do not love now-a-days —not with their hearts, at least.” Allen looked up half quizzically, “Ab, I thought there was something bebind all this eyricism,” he said. “Yon Lave been playing with the divine fire sgain. You ‘out!’ **Dou’t joke abont it, Al, for heaven's sake! It's a home thrust this time. ness was assured, hat promised to marry me, and now, amd for the merest trifle, she has cast me aside. No wonder 1 have no faith in women,” “I'm sorry to hear it, Charley, and I hope it may prove a lover's quarrel But you must not expect me to share your doubts. 1 will not deny it; I love intewl to ask ber to marry me.” f me [or meddling,” elient’s, ! 15% rr » y tant ow came iu—oue of Allen's up his hat and Cliariey picked uj the brief remark: “I'fl see yon la {t was while Alen was engaged with this client the postman and torew down = thick envelope with a gracelul =uperscription tnas coctrasted with the careless, dashing style of his business correspondence, Allen's Leart bouuded, His patience hardly lasted nutidl he was alou: and could open the letter. It was jonger ‘ : er, two pages, “My dear Mr. Westioek,” always, Nora Lond.” beginung said on the first page, “Seaton is a pretty place, but hormbly dull in win- ter, 1 shall be glad to get back to Cambridge —It was very kind of you to ask me to go and see Bernhardt next Wednesday. It will give me great pleasure to go,” Then the letter rambled on in a pleas- ant way till at the bottom of the fourth page, thers was a complete break. I'he second page did rot go with the first at all, Neither words nor ideas were con- gected, Allen turned it over in bowil. serment, snd finally held it still and “lI am only flirting with Mr. West- iock, and leading him on for fun, Don't distress yourself, dear Bianche, I know what is best for my own happivess, I shall never marry a men whom I do not love.’ snd he almost gasped for breath, “Good heavens! Wuat does this 11ean?” he eried boarsely, Slowly it dawned upca him that part Wf a letter, not tended for his eyes, Lad been inecliwed in the envelope that tore his address. Bub what did it re. veal to him? Allen crushed the note in hus haaa aad sark back in bis char. Is was hours before he could comm nd himseli; but finally he rallied and enclosed two thea. tre tickets in the following note: “My Dean Miss Lixo. —Circumstan. gu Som me 10 reosil my mvitation or faultless attire in tho parior of an up- town residence, “How fortunate I am to find you at home!” he said as he bent over the | slim, white hand of a graceful gir! in { palo blue surah, **But you are not well; { what have yon been doing to yourself, | my dear Miss Dlanche?” Dlauche Merle replied with a light | langn, whose studied indifference could { not wholly deaden the ring of a sad note, { “It is dissipation,” she answered, ‘with a glance in the mirror opposite, ‘I have been to three balls this week, Due" | “Why, I'd forgotten | This the mghe, i gave me tickels, ! man irers,”’ Man as he was, and not at all inter- all about HE) He is one of | mouth and suddon pallor when he men. | tioned Charley Leonard. “By the way, Miss Blanche, let us carelessly, “1 will | sented, i Allen went for a carriage while she arrayed herself in a brilliant ball cos- tame, When she came down stairs | again a robe of white satin embroidered | with forget-me-nots, trailed { her. Her eyes shone with | brilliancy, and her cheeks were slightly | flashed, go for a little while,” she as- the image of Nora Lind’s dark, bewitch- | monds scarcely brighter than her eyes, | rose up before him, but hetried to ban- | ish even her name from his memory. The night wore on. Blanche’s **littie | while” grew longer, and when she rode | home, pale snd tired, she was Allen | Westiock’s promised wife. The en- | gagement was annouanched, and society i was taken by surprise, but the wedding day was fixed and there was no mist about it, Two weeks before the wedding ley Leopard sat tu his office resting his heavily veiled, came in, “You are Mr. Leonard, Mr. j lock’s friend, ISthink?" she said, u | voice that sounded familiar, “I used to count myself so, but--" Not noting his bitlernoss of tone, | she went on— { “Then you will oblige me, | friend of Mr. Westlock's too, and, in § i | to make a settlement in his favor. | know to whom he i= indebted, | are two thousand pound bouds—" “Two thousand pounds! Are you in earnest, madam?’ ‘‘Here are the bonds?’ she said, hold- iog them out in an nugloved hand, flash of a fine rose diamond, and imme- diately recognized the fair owner, “Miss Lind! Is it possible?” She drew back with a start, | straightened up proudly the next mo- | ment, and raised her veil. “Yes, it is 1.” she said with diguity. “Have I not the right to give him this | money if I wish?™ “Thought! for Allen, i me vou will not tell him 1" “Do not execiwe yourself, Miss Laud, t You are ill, you" “Promise me you will | she cried, francically. **No, no, certainly not.” Her passion subdued in a moment, *“There is only one thing mora [ have visit,” {i *L«t at be as if it had never becn.” “If you wish 18." He had barely uttered the words when | she was goue, { “I was wrong,” he muttered. “She idid love him after ail! It was Allen | who was tr fling with her.” { months, he went to see Allen, hand, which Charley ignored, { len, till I am sure you are not the knave | 1 have been led to suppose you are,” “How?” “Why did you lie to mo abont Miss Lind? You told me you meant to ask her to marry you." A change came over Allen's faco, and for a moment he looked sadly at his friend. “Charley, I wouldn't say this to any one but yon, f[ am wretched, I love Nora Lind with my whole soul, bus I have found out that she is utterly un- worthy of me" “You told me so, but" *I1 was blind, msane, irresponsible, She is the noblest woman I kuow,” “You love her and she loves you,” “Impossible!” “J toll yon 1¢ is true.” “If it were true, what then? days I shall marry Mss Merle.” “No, you will not, Yon shall not wreck the happiness of four lives at once, There is yet time, Alien. Rj. treat! You musi-—you shalil Bignche was to have been my wife, not yours! it is [ whom she love-, not you,” “You, Oharley? Was it se who -" “Yes, it was she! [How dared you attempt to staal her from me?” Allen's face whitened, “Why did you not tell mo b-fore?” be cried, “Do not stand there ratling at me! I will go to Diauche st once,” “Not without me." “You may come.” ng both presented themselves at Miss Merle’s an hour later, but Allen In two A SN TR I YE TR to bo my wile that I had no hold what- ever upon your heart, To-day 1 have heard what leads me to suppose that you entered into your engagement with me 1 a moment of pique, Is it true?” Blanche sank into a chair and covered her face with her hands, At the game moment Charley Leon. ard confronted her with a white and desperate face, “Tell him the truth before it is too late,” ho said hoarsely, “You love 1ae, Blanehd, You belong to me?” “Yes,” she gasped, flinging herself on his breast aul bursting into tears, “Oh, why did you take me at my word, Why did you go away?” A look of unspeakable relief came over Allen's face. “Thaok God it rr ia not too late he 3ianche, you are free, —ah~-Miss Liod, are you ill?" The slight graceful figure fell fainting into his arms. “Come away!™ Charley iwhispered; and Allen was left alone with that lovely white face resting on his erms, she struggled to support horeelf, “Sit down and futerpret this rious note to read. **There was sonie mistake,” she falter. letter, and her part of yours; but indeed out! was something on forget—" Allen caught her hand in his, the other page. I did say, You said you would marry 4 man you did not love. Darl- me?" . He gathered her into his strong arms as ho spoke, and her lips were so close he conid easily hear the half-whispered You" “Which *“Ttat I love you very much.” as means? away when Blanche brought her letter tolary puzzle,” was wholly satisfied, a A Hereditary Ailment and he asserted that he was ugly. at least threes eminent a novel, head down and elbows on “Set 'em up! I tell you to set em up for all hands!’ An old rarmer who had been warm- He said Le didn’t propose to go back He lanky youth with who observed that was followed by a brick-colored hair, for the next three weeks, “No was the quiet reply. “Then the ecousequences be yourown head!" Wit two remaining men bolted for the door. if the want {oo hurt anybody, upon ne excused bimse on ror his second wind. table, and he the stove when tough upset a was the behund the bar, and life, He took the “Two dollars!’ **What for?” “Damages!” Two silver dollars were handed over, served: “Yon go home!” The big fellow waded through the mud to the opposite side and stood and looked back. One of the spectators approached him and said: “You didn’t make much of a fight.” “I didn’t, eh? Well, now, I want you to understand that [ showed more clear grit in this little fracas than ever before in my life!’ “*Then you aren’t mnch of a fighter.” *' Say!” replied the man as he dropped his voice toa whisper, “vou are dead. right! I go in all right but the minute I'm tackled my sand givesout. I be- Hewve it's heredititary, and I'm going to a doctor to be examined.” “You go home!’ shouted the bar keeper, “*Yes-1'm going-—good day!" And he went off without ouce turn- ing to look behind him, A A AAI An Astomished Mule. At Bl George, Tacker county, on New Year's morning, some bad boys It a bunch of firecrackers and threw them in the street to see them go off. Moses Baker's mule came along and po, Wn ST ve $ A Despised Accomplishment. office with bis back to the firs and his cont tails balanced in either hand, Miss Nelly Torrance sat looking at Lim tim. idly from the depths of a big arm chair, “So you are my cousin Adrian's daughter?’ said he, alter a long pause, “Yes,” said Nelly, wondering what was in all those mysterions tin boxes, and whether the monster iron sale was full of goid and silver pieces, “*Aud you want something to do?” “Yeu, please.” “Humph!” said Mr, Brown, Nelly glanced slyly in his face, “Bat,” she added, with some spirit. ““I am not asking for cuarity, I am willing to work for my bread!” “You mean that you would like to daub canvas, or sew yellow sunflowers | “I don’t cal! | “I shall be glad to undertake any sort | of honest work by means of which I can earn my own living."’ “Humph!" again interjected Mr, “Yes,” Nelly answered, “My cook went sway this morning, You may come this afternoon snd see what yon can do for me.” Mr, Drown watched her out of the “*She won't come,” he said to himself. i And Nelly Torrance went home to a room, the cheapest | which the widow and daughter conid | possibly find, Mrs, Adnance Torrance was dreesed in black, a fair, delicate piece of human of toiled not neither Liucetta, the eldest trying unsuccessfully | the field in that she Was They had come up the country at Luceita’s sugges- to appeal, 1n their poverty to this | cousin of the dead father and Lus- 1d, but none of them antioipated any satisfactory resuiis fromthe experi- ent, % *“I'hese rich people are always mis. erly,” said Lucetta, ‘And I've understood,” said the gen- tie little widow, *“taat he was not pleased poor, dear Adrian married me in- from ti * “Well!” cried Mrs. Torrance, eagerly, as Nelly et tered, **What does he say?” questioned IL.u- she was vainly endeavoring to fasten into what the fashion-plate called su “*oblong bow." “1 have seen him,” said Nelly, unty- ing her bonnet strings, ‘and I'm going ternoon,” “You don’t mean.” cried Mrs, Tor- “that he is gotog to—adopt you?” “Not in the least, said Nelly; “‘now, mamma, darling, don’t jump ai conecla- sfous, 1 went to Cousin John, I told hira I wanted something to do, He asked me if I could cook, Iwas able to Then he told me that his take her place.” “And you?” gasped Mra. ‘lorrance, “I said yes—of course,” “Ean!” crted Lucetta, “I am nothiug You will do of the sori!” “Cartatnly not,” said Mm, Torrance, developing strong hysterical symptoms, “Lf your cousin Browa intends to insult =, “Bat he dees not intend to insnit y pleaded Nelly, *“‘He intended the offer in all good faith, and I accepted it | in the same spirit,” ‘You surely do pot mean to degrade yourself,” eried Lineetta, “by turning — | cook~for any man living.” *1 don't see,” argued Nelly, “that it | 13 any more degrading to cook for Cousin John than it would be to em. broider slippers for him, or read the pewapaper aloud to him of an evening.” It was 6 o'clock exactly when Mr. Brown let bimself into his house with his latoh key, which always depended from his walch-ohuin, The gas jet | burned softly behind the rose colored shade in the hall the fire clicked chicer- fully in the grate in the parlor beyond. | “Hamph!” he muttered, ‘sho hasn't come, Thought so. There's no such thing as a practical woman nowadays,” At the same moment a light, white- avroned little figure came ont of the dining room beyond, and Nelly Tor- rances voice uttered the words; “Diner is ready, Cousin John,” The old man smiled. Hoe bad a pleas- sant expression of the face when he smiled, and Nelly wondered that she had not before noticed what a handsome man he was, * Oal” said he, *“did you come then?” * Oull always keep my sngagements,” aaid Nelly, Mr, Brown patted her hand as she helped him off with his overcoat, and he decided to pul up with any deficien- cies in the cooking. Bat, to his infinite am: z ment, there were no deficiencies to overlook, He ate and relished and wondered by turns, “My dear,” he said; at last, when the cloth was removed and the wine and walouts brought on, “all this is very nioe, 1'll concede that you are a tip- top housekeeper. But, of course, you ordered all this from Monerato’s restan- rant?’ “But, of course, I didn’ yD Erown,” smd Nel coed tui mle? thing ‘ “Did you prepare trout sauce and broil that ! dd “Yes, Cousin if And that giblet plo—was that Fh CIR TERRE ee BUA f § BET~ § ineflicient untrained vans, “My dear.” te said, “I rhould like to Linve you eoms here and live,” “As cook, Consan Brown?” adopted danghter and I nead somebody to take | my affairs, By Jupiter!” | € i cooks, and ON AY he “48 TOY tor! Snr 1aV or ’ “Bat my mother,” hesitated “and my sister Lucetta?’ “Let them come Eleanor, said Me. $s ’ LOO, Bo the Torrance family found a com- despised accomplish ment proved the sword wherewith she i Washington's Rales of Conduct. One of George Washington's early eopy-books contains a list of a hundred and ten “‘Rales of Cinlity and Decent | Behavior mn Company and Conversa- | tion.” Here are a few of them: ‘Every action 1n company ought to | “When you meet with one of greater qnality than yourself, stop and retire, | especially if it be at a door or any strait | “They that are in digmty or in office have in all places precedency; but whilst they are young, they ought to re- spect those that are theirequals in birth | or other qualities, though they have no “Strive not with your superiors in ar- “Be not hasty to believe flying re- ports to the disparagement of any. ‘““I'ake all admonitions thankfully what time or place soever given; but a terwards, not being ecalpable, take a time or place convemeut to let Lim “Think before y- not imperfectly, ua speak; pronounce * nor bring out your | dis- ! tinotly, “Speak not evil of the absent, for it is unjust, *‘Make no show of taking great de- not with *‘Be not angry at table, whatever hap- | J I a feast, i “Let your recreations be manful, not | siuful, “Labor to keep alive in your breast | conscience,” These are not unwise roles; they The George Washington, a one Shoat Killed at A double murder ocoured four mils | east of New Boston, Ark., recently. As | 25 years old, were returning home in a | been to sell cotton, they were fired upon a shotgun loaded | with sings, Doth wen were struck in | and breast, and death must instantaneous, They «were iy Jogging along when the fatal shot | The horses became fright. ened, and both the dying men were | pitched headioremost out of the wagon and were horribly mangled by the horses treading on them. The team rap | Citi- gens immediately re:urned over the road and found the bodies, which were Lrought in. For several years Ritter 2 in the In SBeptember, 1883, the Post Office was mysteriously robbed of sew. For a time sus- picion rested upoo Postmaster Barfield in the office, “Tobe” Darfield, a nep- hew of the Postmaster, who was also employed about the Post office, Special agents arrested Postmaster Barfield, his son William and his Rephow “Tobe.” At their trial it was clearly proved that the Postmaster was innocent, and both he and his son William were acquitted, while “Tobe” was fouud guilty and sentenced to two years’ imprisonment in the penitentiary tor burglary. People now remember that when “Tobe” wus about to be removed to the Huntsville Penitentiary he declared at the station that when his time was up he would re- turn and kill Postmaster Barfield and his cousin William, both of whom he bitterly denounced for testifying against a = A SENSATIONAL cop: A Wealthy Broker Mon and his Erring Welore an Police Court. A very sensation a soene occurred New York recently. **You are a wicked son, I disown you on The speaker, a gray-haired, prosper ous looking old gentleman, wis address # young man. The elder rian grasped him by his coat eollar and slapped him twice on the face, *“Kather, you'll suffer Lilterly for this,” said the younger man, and Lur ried away and obtained 2 warrant for his father's arrest, The old gentieman was Mortimer Heu- dricks, the well-known banker of No. 50 Exchange Place. The young man Vimer served the warrant him. an- “My father, Montague,” said Mr. Hendricks, “died a year ago, leaving a exception of $180,000, he divided it all between my brothers, The exception I've because of my children’s sake. Elmer, “Why should he do so?’ asked Jus- tice Dafiy, ‘Because he trested my poor brother erneily,” answered tLe youth, “To-day,” said the father, *“*he an- ewered me impertinently and I chastised him, as I think it is my right to do.” “Cone now, young man, shake hands with your father, who evidently loves you,” smd the Judge, “1 will not,” was the youth's defiant RUSWLr, “You ought to be ashamed of yonr- if. Yourfather is discharged and I'm sorry he has such a son” sald his Honor, Brave Ts **1 was crossing the North Atlantis once in mid winter on a man of war,” seid a naval officer 10 a reporter recent- y, ‘‘when one stormy afiernoon we nals of distress, The most tremendous seas were running that I ever saw, but we lowered away a boat and sent her to She came back, with the in- that the bark was loaded with grain and had sprung a leak, The that she was rapidly going to pieces. The Captain end crew wanted to be 1a- kenofl,. We sent two boats to the bark to take off the imperiled crew. It was a most difficult and dangerous task, overwhelmed by the furious seas, but they were skillfully handled and after three of the sailors were taken off the bark. It was now growing dark. The storm was increasing fu fury and X was evident that the bark could not live the “Our Captain called all hands and made a speech, telling them that three men were left on the bark. He said that be knew American sailors would never leave a fellow being in distress, that it was doubtful if any boat rising storm and the gathering Then he called for volunteers attempt the rescue. Immediately td ev) PLE £0010, [£4] officer and man aboard the man of war and the Captain had to call for volun- teers to keep people from rushing into crew went off and brought the three Mrs. A. M. Green. Mrs. Anpa Maria, widow of Nathaniel Bay Greene, son of (Qeorge Nathaniel Greene, of Rayolutionary fame, died re- cectiy at BR I, the age ot 102 years, © months and 9 days. Mrs, Groene was s native of Newport, Her father was nent in early Rhode Island h story, and her mother was the daughler of Hon, Samuel Ward, colonial governor of R, I. from 1638 to 1676. Mra, Greene passed her youth in the house where she was born, in that ¢ity, Many years of her married Itfe were spent in Geer- gia, Her busband died twenty-five years ago, Mrs. Greene, until a few days of her death, retained her mental faculties, and although feeble with age she plied her needle In makmg little gifts for her numerous friends, She took great delight in literature, and read diligently, and, being possessed of a wonderful! memory, had a vast store of historical knowledge, which msde a visit to her a pleasure, The one hun- dredth anniversary of her birth was observed two years ago last November in » quiet manner by her friends, and on that occasion, altnough in a rather feoble state of health, she reoaived her callers with great ocerdiality, and wel- comed them with many cheerful words, yr. -~a tL LH New spring bonnels are certainly very beautifol, but it would interest horticulturists to know where (he flow.
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