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A strperlbr article of Sods Ash on hand tad for rude by R. From street trch 24; IBC!! ton sat whistling upon the stvle, Por a wonder,-idle a Mlle while; idle and Ostlers as 0 man could be Under the blue sprlng Ay sat he. Vaguely voamipai of clouds sod breeze And the crimson hods no the maple trrer— "Let her do as she pleuse,..ith other-," said he, ••rlta shall make no Ap,ll Fool Dime!" DE3 Proudly he lifted his handsoma head While the blood to In' cheeks burnt hot and rod; the feathery snow of yesterday From th e peepi ng grass had melted away; The air and sunshine were warM'and sweet, A violin gravy ',math his dangling feet; Solar. one was stealing close op to Jim she Fhoitld makeup April Vool alum Oat of the forest and over the She come with that heppy, bewitching Mile; Never stopping a word to nay, Nodding to him in a careless way; Dainty tind swift hsr fooitops pass. Ther light dress the loving grass,— It in plain she thinks not, meeting Jim, Of making. an April Fool of him. Nodding and smilin;,abe pines by, Pre,. an the fthii,th ,loads attic tiky,— But a, naughty wind uproieJu-t there Fleitering her dre4a.and tniigiing her hair, Toning her Lai with a cuucy grawe And Wowing ii struialit into Jima proud face, Smothering him in crown and brim. Making an April Fool of him. Guttering radmict thrilled himthrodcli,, Like the laugh in it, owner's eyes of blue; A lid Imalre it drripp el from ita ehoging place lie II Its .r it Were use rave. liar chnrrn•im face. ihrough its goSten hair, litnithieg and Atrolphigi".fore him There, Worming hi= Itrnrt sviih a sadden glow; Bat mak m.T.111 April Roof—oh, : On. nn:—though it thrilled him through end !bran sit Willi the le•mltltuz roue') or it= ribbon 4 blue, and D •1111 /Old demure. 11'111,0 In •k. Irk r a wild ro-r, Ira 41 and pure. Two pot, orphork. gr r IVO tu th- h u Wn• re-toetd to the p-our brad; Ts" pare of on•ler the brim— Site ba.l to Ide an Ann! Vuol tat-bur:l Tom Pidger and I are old associates. lie was one of my earliest school companions, and 1 loved him like a brother. lily heart became so full of love for Tom that it could not contain it all, so I disposed of the surplus by falling violently in love with his sister—a very nice young lady, about a head and shoulders taller than myself. I recollect sending her a valen tine, in which a tall, military looking man was depicted kneeling, in a green lawn, before a lady, to whom he was making a passionate declaration of love in a fat balloon which is sued from his mouth—in which balloon I took the precaution of inserting my initials to pre vent the possibility of mistake as to the iden tity of the party. In return, Miss Pidger pre sented me with a large pink heart made of sugar, (which Tom and I ate that same after noon,) but her own heart she retie: red for one Baines, a banker, to whom she was married long before I left school. H. PFAIMER, Loeu.o otreet When Tom and I grew up we removed to Edinburgh—he to college and I to a bank— and we took rooms together in Queen street.— Tom had always been a rather slovenly fellow, but now he became intolerably so. His bat gradually became limp and napless, and though threw otit very brdad hints, and at length openly remonstrated with Min, the same hat remained in constant use. lo tried to shame him out of it by assuring him that he would be taken for an Irishman; and once I bribed the milk-boy with a penny to cry after him, "Who's your hatter?" but all in vain. His old great-coat, too, he wore till it became quite white along the seams, and glazed at the elbows. it was a very significant fact that, though I passed the College with him times without number, the seedy old gentleutan who used to step out from the corner of South Col lege street, and say in a mysterious under tone, "Any ole aloes, sir?" invariably addres sed himself to me. And really it would have been a very gratuitous assumption to have supposed that Tom had any clothes older than . those he wore. As for his linen, I doubt If he would ever have changed it, Lad our landlady, Mrs. Prit chard, not made a point of taking a clean shirt into his bed-room every Sunday morning be fore Tom was up, and carrying the dirty one off. Toffee hair, from sheer neglect, grew long and frenzy. One day, 1 remember, when he sat down id breakfast, it seemed so very dry and matted that 1 could not forbear remonstra ting. . . . . “Positively, Tom," I said, "you must pay some attention to your person:Ll appearance.— Wby your head is like a moo." "Is it?" said Tom. “Let it be so. It saves time and trouble." I would have urged that the ladies would never look at him if he Went so shabbily, but as I knew Tom to be a woman-hater—or rather a woman -scorner, for he didn't think them worth bating Waived that point. So things went an as before. I WAS net a woman-hater, for I t , Tad become enamored of Fanny Lowndes—such a dear little thing!—had wooed her, and, last Decem ber, proposed and was accepted. "Tom," said I, one night When we were having our usual pipe by the fireside, before going to bead, •Tom, you knew ninny Lown dos 7" ~E~~~. April fool Strangers Yet Stringers %el! A Iwr •rat+ ofb re lage , her. A her fa;r not: stormy weather, w.wel in far Inoa4. A eger roue: or wedded hancle,-- IVhy thus ? why ever met? li they amst be struner. yet. vet! AfterOalitoo winning way.. A ft..r care. norrl/1.1111,. nod prniw, Cotitt4,•l 4-1.0. stud wg•aton given, A fier inottril privet , to (leaven, 1`1,11,1 and p tronm twnrce roVot . t Who. run—are "it...tigers ye: Straimotrti After -ink Air caratrom end., Alter tile of old frotilq. Afotr patem fierce nod tender, After cheeriol aelf•=m re oder. I !cart. , may item and eccit be wet, And the :took be tilt...lmp rts yet. F-lroncert yet' St, uue,t.. ..1 Int her (110,101 tc .can All I he in ! NAture hp tn.aptetic lairs Circle. in.o Circle (I. lox.? Co ell, ottly touch when wet, Never nusiglo—s,raugero yep. Stra.ttter+ yet ! XVII II +•r , •rmnrc be 11)1,4 , --. Spllll. stillamp,viols.? Sim I we ever f nriv Ft:lnd Soul to anal. is It Iniltol.nd? Are the 1 , 031.4. eternal •et To rolatit itkAeri yet Stratteer. vet? Tel! not love it ta•l•t aerfire Cabo .nmelltiaz 011,..r—hiemftr; (lod loved tlt • ha-t. NVere to tkl . lt %ympallite. at 10•1 ; Pe-t above the •181111 l 11.1.1 l ret the world of -Panzer, yet ! Strantz..e• rel I tnackeray's Cornhill Mag,a.inc gitEgtions. A Leap-Year Wooing tIDGER AND I "NO ENTERTAMIENT IS SO CII'ESP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING," COL - U.31E1 . A, "I've heard enough about ber," replied Torn. oWell, she and I are to be married next month." TOM gave a short laugh, as if he considered it rather a good joke. ..On my honor, Tom, we are." Tom's face became grave in an instant ; and alter looking steadily at me for a few moments, to assure himself that was serious, he slowly took his pipe from his mouth ancrlaid it on the mantle-piece. "Well, Dick," said he, in a tone of great solemnity, "1 did not expect this of you." He looked mournfully into the fire for a while, and then resumed—" Have you thought on this subject I Don't you know as well as I do, that once married you are done for—there's ncr backlitg out again. At your time of life, too, with the world all before you —why, its suicide—moral and intellectual sui cide. Ob, it cannot be t—you are joking." "I assure you, my dear fellow, I am quite serious." "Then you are demented," said Tom, hitch ing himself back in his chair. ((You think it is all poetry, I suppose. \Vait till the curtain lectures commence; you won't find much poetry in them. Children, too; why, my dear fellow, you'll have your house swarming with them before you know what you are about.— The rate at which children multiply is prodig ioub. Rave you read Mr. Malthus' book—his (Essay on'Pcpulation?' Read that book." "I have read it." "Read it again. and apply it to your own case. Poetry! you'll find precious little poetry about children. 11's bad enough to have these young Pritchards caterwauling night and day in the nursery there, but wail till you are in the midst of the Babel and can't escape.— Wait untill you have to wipe the children's nokes like that poor wretch Pritchard, and lie badgered out of bed in the frosty nights when ever a child so much as squeaks. You'll know what the poetry of lovers is, then, my 'Frojan!" Torn concluded with a prophetic jerk of his head, and proceeded to relight his pipe. "1 have always feared it might come to this," continued he, "since that time you tell its love with my sister Muggy. Iler marying Baines was clearly a providence in your be. half; it was another providence that we came here and saw the hie that poor wretch Pritch. and leads between his wile and children. For my sake, Dick, think again before you take this insane step." Torn smoked quietly for a minute or two. then proceeded to illustrate the mi'eries of wedded tie by passages from the lives or Mil ton, Shelley, Coleridge, Byron, and 1 know not how many more. He then began a brief ab. street of Mr. Malthus' book, in the middle of which I fell asleep and nearly tumbled tor. ward into the fire. So 1 got up and told him , it was no use talking, as •he thing was all set tled. Tom bade me good night with an air of profound compassion, and evidently gave me up fur a lost sheep. 11--A PROEMS'S/ WIC IS SATISPACTORILIt SOLVED It might be about a fortnight after that Tom had occasion to be in Glasgow for a day or two. On the evening of his return I observed that he looked very abstracted. I did not pay much attention to the circumstance, but it struck me that he was. He smoked by the fireside for an hour, I am sure, before retiring; yet all my efforts to get him to talk were Iruilless. When 1 turned, after telling him anything, and said, "Don't you'thirsk so?" or, "Strange, that, wasn't it I' 2 'loin would start and ejaculate, "Eli 7" as it' he had nut the remotest idea of what I had been speaking about, as I really believe he had not. When 'foal came home to dinner next day I was amazed to see that he had got his hair cut. 1 would hardly have known him in the street. "Halloo, Tom! Got your hair cut ?" "Yes," replied Tom, with E oinething of ir ritation in his tone, I thought. "Gni you never see a fellow with his haft cut before?" haven't seen yeti v'ety often, Torn." made no reply, and; as it seemed to an noy him, 1 said nothing more about it. But really it did astonish me; and my astonish ment was by no Means diminished when I found next morning that he had brushed at care fully—oiled it, too, I was convinced. In fact I found a bottle of hair oil in his drawer one day when I was hunting for a pocket handker. chief. What next shoold I find him doing but appearing in a clean shirt every seccnd day or so, a nd actually quarreling with Mrs. Pritchard once for not starching the wristbands I •I'ren came a fashionable hat, then a pair of new boots, so very small that I could have sworn Tom's feet would never get into them. I dis covered, too, (through Mrs. Pritchard,) that Tom had taken to shaving in secret, and was daily on the took-out for whiskers. My amaze ment was unbounded. I could not for tho life of me account for tI ; but, as the change was a good one, and, as I remembered the rebufl got when I spoke about his hair, I considered it best to keep quiet. "Dick," said Tom to me one day at dinner, "this is December, is it not?" "December? Yes." "Very cold weather for December'?" "Well, rather." "I think," said Tom, 4.1 would be the better of something warmer than that old great coat or mine." ;Of course you would. I've said so often. You should get one of those Highland cloaks; they look very comfortable; they are fashiona ble, ton," And Tom actually came home that evening in one, presenting, I must say a very imposing appearance. And now Tom, who formerly could not be coaxed out of the house except , in college hours, evinced a sudden propensity for after noon walks—a positive passion for them.— •Llick, put or: your hat, and let us have a stroll.' It was vain expostulating. "Con found it!' I used to say at las:, tossing aside the book: 't wish you had thought of walking in summer, This is most unseasonable weather for it' 'ThAt's a grace mistake, my de.tr lettow; you should read Hall on that point. Why, this is the man bracing season in the year. Come, let us have a stroll.' / went, but it was not a stroll. I was a regular unvaried walk to Royal Circus, twice around the circus, and back again. It was the coldest; and bleakest, and Mast dismal read which could possibly have been se/et:ed. Yet this walk Tom would take and no other.— Sam, however, he gave over askinfr MP to go —seemed aflame.", Pt fact, that I shouldn't go. One day, in particular, he Suddenly appeared, fully equipped, and said, 'Well, 1 am off for a aunt/.' g Wait dne Minute,' I said, 'and 1 shall be with you." Won't mind,' said he ; '1 sbac't be long.— It looks AS if it were going to rain,' and hurried out. The afternoon wore sway—tea time came, yet Tom had not returned. Ile didn't return till half past ten. 'Halloo, Tons, you have taken a tolerably long stroll to night ?' 'Ab; I walked up to see my aunt. She's not very well just now.' 'Your aunt 1' 'Aunt Patterson—mother's slater. 1 don't Oink you know her.' I certainly did not—had never heard Of her, to my knowledge. Next day when be had finished dinner, we drew our chairs to the fireside, and I proceeded to make some observation on the condition of Vey. ' tN A, A IT ' , DA 3110 ' NIN , ►IA 26', 1864. .oh, bang it !' cried Tom, chipping his hand to his coat pocket, 'I have forgotten to post that letter!' He threw on'his hat and cloak, and was off. Half past ten again before he returned. 'halloo, Tom,' I said, 'you have taken a tororably long time to post that tette?: , bro; I was up seeing my aunt.' 'Oh, yes! by the way, is she better to night?' 'Not decidedly so. Rather worse, r should say, if anything.' am sorry for that. Well, come and let us have a quiet pipe.' 'Not to-night, thank you.' 'What!' I exclaimed, in considerable aston. ishment, for Tom smoked every night with the regularity of clock-work. 'Not smoke be fore going to bed!' 'No; I find it's not agreeing with me. I see Dr. Prout shows that it ruins the constitu tion.' So Tom retired, and [sat and smoked alone, wondering whether Tom could be insane, and where this very extraordinary change might be expected to end. Next night I was up making some arrange ments with Fanny for our approaching mar riage. 'Oh, Dick!' she said, .what s merry fellow Tom Pidger is!' 'Tom Pidgeti where did you see him?' 'Why, he took tea with us at Mrs. Purdie's last night,' 'Mrs. Patterson's you mean.' 'Mrs, Purina's' Royal Circus. Jolla, you know, was a school companion of mine. ►Ve had such fun breaking up the pipes in Tom's pocket; and at last Julia made him go dbwn on his knees and promise that he would never smoke again.' <Anr said 1, as the secret of Tom's met amorphosis, and the Illness of his aunt (?) be. gan to dawn upon my mind; glow does Tom corm. to know Julia?' •lie met her in the train corning, from Glasgow some weeks ago, and fell in love with her, 1 suppose, and she—(but you must not tell him)—she fell in love with Tom.— Poor thing! she loves him to clistraeti in, believe. 0, Tom is there almost every after. noon.' This was precious newt. Keeping it to myseli;- however, I went home and round Tom sitting riartinatitm over the fire. .Ah, Turn,' said 1 , .1 thought 1 should have found you smoking.' 'No, Dick, you wont do that again. 1 find,' he said, gravely, tapping himself all over the waistcoat, 'that 1 dal better without it al ready.' .pear me, alreedy! Then Dr. Prout must be quite correct. Uhl by the nay, I have sad new% for yott to-night.' 'What 7' inquired Tom, with a very long (ace. hear that your aunt is dead.' 'Eh?' cried Tom, wheeling round on his chair, arid fixing upon the a look of curious surprise, which is quite indescribable. 'Dead and gone, Tom, is your poor aunt— your mother's sister, you know! Mrs. Patter son —not .less Purrhe oh, nu!' You should have seen Tom's face all this time. Shame arid merriment, curiosity and chagrin, chased each other olf and on so rap idly that they sometimes appeared To be all mixed up in the same expression. At last the ludicrous prevailed, and Torn broke into shouts at laughter which it would have done your heart good to hear. Ile naked very red In the face, though, beim_ clearly ashamed of him self. He made me tell him how the secret had corns out. and findinr , that it really was out, he became quite g-rAing. He made me sit by him at the fireside, and gave me minute and circumstantial account of the whole transaction—how in returning by ex press from Glasgow lie found himself in the same can iage wits- a fine old gentleman and his daughter a beautiful girl, Dick 7" —and how he and the old gentleman convers ed, and she listened—listened with such inter est that he thought within himself, 'Well here is a sensible girl for once.' Then how the old gentleman ensconced in a corner and fell asleep, and Tom found that he could not keep his eyes off the young lady— , the most beautiful girl, Dick'—and more than that, he caught her every now and then peeped slyly at trim, and waren he caught her how she blushed. .And I do believe,' said Tom, 'that I blushed. ton, I felt such a —sort of funny all over, you know,' said Tom, with an explanatory wave of his hands. Then how the old gentleman woke up when the ticketa were called tor, and chatted again and presently discovered, to the surprise and delight of all parties, that he and Tom's uncle —not Mr. Patterson, but a real uncle this time—hail served together in India. So he made Tom shake hands with his daughter and gave Tom his card, and told him to call when- ever he happened to be in the neighborhood of Royal Ciretr.i. Tom then proceeded wttfi the subsequent details, which he had gin about half through, when L prevailed upon him to stop, for the time being, in consideration of the lateness of the hour. ft was actually past two in the morning. •hloW; to.rtiorrovv,' said Tom, as we parted for the night, •we might call together and see Julia. You will be sure to like her, :be i 3 each a beautiful girl, Dick. Next day we did call, and Julia turned out to be a most beautiful girl. I don't think I have ever seen a sweeter little girl—Fanny of coarse, eicepted. The week after Fanny and I were married, end left town on our marriage jaunt. 111.—a. DIFFICCLTY SATISFACTORILY OVERCOME. The morning following our return, I had a nate from Tom, stating lie would call that af ternoon on very particular business. I men tioned it to Fanny who laughed, and appeared to know intuitively, what this irvery pirticu ler husiness" was. Tom came in time for dinner; but he ate next to nothing, and seem ed uncommonly nervous. When were things were cleared away, and Tom and I were sitting alone with a tumbler of negus before us, I broached the subject. "This 'very particular business' of yours, Tom, what is it?" 4Well."said Torn, fingering his glass net.. vously, "I shall tell you what is. You know —Julia V "01 course I do." Torn gulped down a qaantity of negos, and resumed: "Well, I have been thinking—ern thinking, in fact—that is—l want to marry Julia—that's all about it;" and Tom, who had blushed the deepest crimson to the very roots of his hair, made another gulp at the negus, and nearly choked himself. It was with great difficulty that I could keep from laughing at his t.mbar rassment--but I did. “Torn,” I said, very sciictrinig, "I did not expect this of you; at your time of life, Too, with the world all before you I Why, i'ts suicide—moral and ittellectoal suicide. You think it is atrpoetry. Ha! thy boy, wait till the curtain lectures 'cornmehce—" "Ohl corde„ tome, Hick; this is too bad," said Torn, stirring his ncgas voilently. ••milt tell the this, Torn; have you calcula ted the prodigious rate at wltich children mul tiply'f Have yoo read Mr. Malibu? book Hot Tom, Tom l" t could Terrain no longer, and laughed right out, to the infinite relief of Tom, who laughed, too, and got excessively jolly at his own expense. "Now., then," said he, at length, "you know what I:want. Tell me how to go about it." "Why propose." “Propose! of course; but how to propose. There's the rub. attempted it on four different occasions, and always stuck at the ticklish'bit. I thought to propote by letter, and began half -a-dozen different sheets, but could not write one to please me. I• tried poetry, and failed there, too. Now, Dick, wbat want is this-1 want you to tell me exactly bow you managed it, and perhaps I could do it so too." "I popped the questson in a very simple way— quite unpremeditated, too. I had been spending an evening with Fanny, and at last got up and said, (pulling out my watch—this I one.) 'lt is late, I must be off' 'Oh, no,' she said, 'it can't be ten yet.' 'Look for your self,' I said, turning the watch towards her. She looked and observed this landscape on the face here. 'Oh, what a sweet little cottage !' she said, pointing to it. 'Dear me, so it is; I never looked at it particularly before. What would you say, Fanny to our taking a nice little cottage like that for ourselves; eh, and settlin g down there ?' Well, she blushed, and I kissed her and said, 'Shall I love 1' ;riff she squeezed my hand, which means, 'O, do;' and so the thing was settled." H 13 5, Jove !" cried Torn, jumping up and striking the table with his hand, that's ad mirable! I could manage that, I think.— Dick, give me your watch for m night ; there's nothing on the face of mine." The watches were exchanged at once, and Tom; who would not wait a Minute longer, put on his hat and started for Royal Circus in a state of intense excitement. It seems that on the Way Tom's nervousness became so overpowering that he was obliged to fortify himself with two separate glasses of brandy. He reached Colonel Purdie's about six o'clock, and in the course of half an hour or so found himself atone with Julia.— Apprehensive that if he lost this opportunity he might get noMther that night, he pulled out the watch and said :—"Getting late, Julia; I must be otf." "Late! why, it's not seven yet." "Isn't it ? Look for yourself," said Tom, turning the watch toward her; "ah r your watch is not right ; look here." Julia looked. "Why it isn't seven on yours either." "Dear me," said Tom, with an assumption of great astonishment, "neither it is. Pretty landscape that—this here." "So it is;- very sweet cottage." "Very sweet cottage," re peated Tom, with startling energy. “Retnarke. ble sweet cottage, Julia," he continued; in soft and persuasive tones ; I say, Julia, what would you—what wauld you say it would cost to en grave that 1" Alas! for poor Torn I be had failed once more. Of this, however, I was ignorant, and called next morning to ascertain how ha had suc ceeded. Torn was out, and as I could not wait, I sat {town to scribble a note inviting him up that evening to tell me the result. 1 look his desk, and was rummaging for a scrap of paper, when my eyes fell on a sheet scrib. bled and blotted all over with what I at once perceived to be Tom's matrimonial proposal iii verse. On the first page he had collected a host .f rhyming words, to be introduced as they might happen to suit his turn. There was ' , bliss" and ' , kiss," ~s ing" and ''ring," "hie" and "wife," and many other senti. mental motiosylables. Then there was "Ju. ha" and <tpectiliar," with a query after it; also ~P urdie," with ''sturdy" and hurdy gurdy;" hut he had drawn his pen through these. Ile had even attempted "ridge'," but apparently without success. On the nett page were his numerous efforts to put there together alter various models ; '••l'o be m not 10 be. c hat tit the queetlon. ll Then a blank line ending' with the word “di gestion" scored out. After that came • Not a word eau I .penic,//141a letter or time Can I h rite t.. eoilvey my .uggehme. followed by two blank lines ending with the word "question." Then Caine art adaption of part of a popular song : "Beautiful titer! for r thou art, f rwmkieug our tfY colllteil !lent . ; ; that t could ruU the mint! sine firm; ho-oin! rine divine!" After this were scare curious hexameters about "Ilis Hearth being cold and black, omi Iris fronts full of liminess 1111 , (eorro‘a:" and at least half-a-dozen copies, with varieties of the greatest and final effort, which was fairly copied out by itself in the centre of the last page. "f um Mime; Wilt Hull. be mine' Tell me. tell me. Jana Say the vvorAlt Da,ll l'unna:: :gone eau love you sflOter or trukes. My bean 1. boned, All gwin.tel bryobd, Althearell my !many t. ',melee^ There were many other verses, end fragments df verses, but this was evidently the favorite end the masterpiece. I had scarcely finished my note when Tom curbs in. His dejected look told his story at once. "Come, come, Tom," I said, "you musn't get down-hearted. <Never say die,' you know, 'when there's a shot in toe locker." Torn shook his head despairingly, as if con. scions that the locker had been completely emptied the night before. L cheered him up as beat I could, and left him. "Fanny," I said, when I got home, "we most manage this business for Torn. The poor fellow is getting worse and worse. Art idea struck me on the way home. This is leap year, you know. Now, don't you think you could persuade Julia to pop the question." Fanny was excessively shocked at the idea at first, but when I had exhibited it in its most favorable lights, she admitted the pro priety of the plait, and we consulted how it could be beat carried out. It was finally ar ranged that Fanny should go and tell Julia all about it, show her Tom's letters on the subject, and tell about his consultation with me—that, as Tom was to be there that night Julia should watch her opportunity, and, in an oft handed manner, ask him to let her see that cottage on the watch face again—that when 'l'om expressed himself unable to "satisfy pro duction." Julia should say, "Never mind, Tom, we can get one just like it fur ourselves, can't we ? This is leap.year, you know; so I pro pose we ■bould"—or something to that, effect. And I felt sure, from the mischievous expres sion of Julia's eyes, that she was just the one to do it, though it were for nothing but the fun of the thing. Accordingly, Fanny set out for Royal Cir cus, and I expected to hear nothing more of it till her return; but just as I was sitting down to tea, a cab pulled up at the door, the hell rang furiously, and In the twinkling of an eye Torn burst tract the room in a perfect transport of delight, with his head more like a mop than the day I told him it was, and a hat too small for him—Colonel Purdie's it Must base been—stuck on the very back of his bead. "Shake my hand, old fellow," ctied Tom, stumbling over the cat, and nearly overturn ing the tea things: "shake away, It's all right —it's all settled." "What's right 1" "Jolla, of course. What year is this / the year—be quick - , man I Confound it ! don't you know what yeas it is 1" and Tom in his impatience accompanied each word with a fresh poke of his knuckles. "Why, 1880." “Leap year I” cried Tom, giving me a frightful dig in the ribs that sent me stagger ing against the wall. "Leap year. yc : ci n 1 , and Jails popped the quer:ion. lit a $1,50 PER. YEAR IN ADVANCE; 82100 IF NOT IN ADVANCE "You dOn't mean it?" i'lt's tt fact, 1 assure you. She asked for a look of the cottage—on your watch, you know. —and 1 thought, '0 what a splendid chance, if 1 had it.' But, of course, I hadn't. 'Never mind,' said Julia, getting very red in the face, and betiding down- to pick something off the carpet, 'this is leap year, you know ; so I pro pose,that we get a cottage just like it for our selves.' Slie did; Dick, upon my word. Did you ever hear of anything so extraordinary? The very thing, you know, that 1 was to' have said I Well, I felt something jump right up. into my throat, and not a word could 1. utter, but I ran over and—” Torn could say no more for chuckling, but he made a violent demonstration of clasping some one in his arms, which was sufficiently expressive ; and then, in the exuberance of his joy, began to beat a devil's tattoo on Col. Fur die's'llat, and to execute a dance, a shade or two wilder than the Highland fling, round and round the table. To which exhilirating exercise L shall leave him, to advise all young ladies who have beaux like Tom Pidgcr to glean the moral from my story, an¬ forget the date. Mr. and Mrs. Potts OYERWEARD BY BARRY .RAF "No, sir," I heard my neighbor, Mrq. Potts, through the thin partition which separated our chambers, excluim, early one morning to her liege lord, •'I have set my face dead against that thing, and neither von nor any other man can make the yield a single inch." "But, my dear—" "No, sir, you needn't use any buts," interrupted Mrs. P.; "and as for calling me you dear, why it will nut do one bit of good." "Well,.listen then, to reason," said Jack "I'll prove" "No, sir, I won't listen to reason, and you can't prove anything that will con cince—" "Walt, have your own way, Mrs. Potts, and be as stubborn as usual." "Stubborn 1 ." screamed Mrs. P. "I should just like to know which is the more so, you or I. I know well enough how I've yielded and yielded to yuu ever since Phoebe Jane was burn—and that is seven years ago come Chishnas•duy—and such sickness as she has lived through, too, ore enough to make you weep ; but you are a hard-hearted man, and• I only wish that you had, as the poor child has had, the scarlet rover, and the whoop lug-cough, and the mumps, and the measles, which your long; legged friend in the next room gave to her." "And the seven years--" "Oh, you need't," interrupted Mr. Potts, "say anything About that. What if my dear, unfortunate brother did give it to her, is that any reason, I want to know, why you should throw it into my face? Dut you take delight, John Potts, in casting slurs on my family, and I should really like to know if it isn'tquite as good asyour family? didn't your untie have the small•pon? and wasn't your grandfather—" "Hung. Mrs. Putts," shouted Jack; "yes, hung because he was true to his country, and hated kings and tyranny." "He was a rebel and to spy, sir, and was rigbuy served. Oh, /am thankful that none of my blood was ever hung.'.' "Many who die in their beds, Mrs. Potts, are more dishonored in their death than was my brave grandfather." "Oh, I know what you mean by your vile insinuation, Mr. P.; but it is false, sir—my aunt never poisoned herself, and sho was as virtuous as—as—you are : ourself, Mr. Potts." "Very likely," answered Jack; "and now, Mrs. Potts, once for all, will or will you not go with me to New York ?" "No!" "Then, Mrs. P., I'll . go without you." "Co, if you dare." "I dare," said the heroic Jack and straightway he leaped from his bed, and crossing the chamber to the door, he un locked and opened is so quickly that, at first, I really thought lie was intending to start immediately ?rr greed deshabille, but he only mule.] for hot water, and then pro ceeded deliberately to dross himself. After a short pause, Jack continued. "While I am absent, my love you may ad. dress your letters for me to Delmonico's where I shall probably hare a room, though my meals will be taken elsewhere." "None but gipsies and Arabs, Mr. Potts, adapt such methods. Christian people nl ways eat where • they sleep; and I thank heaven that I am a Christian woman, and not a Hottentot." "Certainly, my dear—certainly; but far my part, I study my convenince in the mat ter, and shall breakfast, and dine, and tea, wherever I may see fit." Air. Potts, you are a nottentot." '•llunnph'.," ejaculated Jack. Then another paue ensued. At last Mrs P., nsked : "Hadn't r better keep a:journal and pond you a daily report of my movements, Mr. Putts." "Oh. no, my dear, that will not be necea• nary, fur I shall speak to my neighbor in the next room to keep an eye on you, and report- to me if anything extraordinary occurs." "A pretty thing that would be for you to do, Mr. Potts—set a spy to watch your wife; but your family, I remember, is famous tiv its spies—you cruel man you." And Mrs. P. wept. Jack was silent. At length he broke the silence by asking Mrs. Potts to tell him where he could find his valise. 'Mrs. P. altuelly refused to tell. "Then," exclaimed Jack, "I'll take the largo trunk. Do you know, my love," he wont on "that a traveler with a large trunk. is treated with greater respect than is the chap who travels with only a carpet-bag." Mrs. Potts said that she did not, but con sidered it probable• "Well, now, my dear," said Jack, "if you will but consent to gn with me, I shall hare no difficulty in Blliug the trunk, for your dresses, you know. take up much room, come, say that you'll g)." "No, John Potts, Pre told you over and over that I will not, and you know very well that I cannot." "Why?" asked John. "Why? Because in the first TAnce." answered Mrs. P., "1 haven't a thing to wear. In the next place. I couldn't get ready under two weeks; then, how can lin two hours? In the next place, who, I should just like to know. would take care of the children, and Phoebe Jane with such a dreadful wld in her head aaehe has? Their grandmother! Mr. Potts, you are, without exception, the most inconsiderate man I erer knew—aa if my dear mother_hadn't had trouble enough with raising one set of chil dren, without my pestering her with mine. Tat them rith me, then'. Mr. Potts, you [WHOLE NUMBER 1,55 3. are a fool—why I couldn't get them ready under two years ; besides, when, Igo a visi ting I don't want to be bothered With chil dren. lam tugged and hugged to death with them enough at home, without carr3• ing them off to New York, for them to hug and tug me to death there ; no, I just won't do it. In the next place, as I was saying, I don't want to go myself; and in the hurt place. I won't go ; but what under the sun, Mr. Potts, do you mean by putting into the trunk the wash-bowl and the pitcher ? and; I deelare,-if you haven't got my double ex pansion• skirt in it, and—Mr. Potts you shan't put in the pillow, now, that's so."— And I immediately heard Mrs. and Mr. P. tusselling over the pillows. After a short and silent struggle, Mrs. Potts exclaimed. "You mean, cruel wretch? but you haven't' got this ono." Then, after thrusting the other pillow into the trunk, I heard the "mean, cruel wretch" lock it, exclaiming. as he did, "Now, thank fortune ; it is full." And then he whistled, most provokingly, "Home, sweet home," with variations, and proceeded to blacken his boots. Mrs. P. bore it patiently for some time, but at last exclaimed, "I should think you would be ashamed of yoursel6 to whistle in such it violent manner when you , know what an awful headache I have. But you don't care for me, Mr. Potts, now; though there was a time when I thought you did." Jack ceased whistling. "You know, my dear," he said, "that I do care for you." "No, I don't Mr. Potts." "But I say that I do, Mrs. Potts." And Jack enforced his assertion by kissing her. Mrs. Potts sighed audibly. "Do you think, my dear," ho continued, "that I have forgotten the days of our court ship; when I used to go, night after night. over the worn road' in the country, three miles and mon, to your mother's to see your And didn't I love you then ; and dbn't love you now with my whole heart? To to sure I do. And where is the woman," con tinued Jack, stopping his work and gesticu lating with his empty boot, "from whom I would hear as much as I do from you; and for whom I would do so much to serve and please?" Mrs. Putts suggested Miss Prudence Jones. "No, Mrs. Potts, you knnw better. Da ever buy silk dresses fio Prudence Jones when I go to New York, as I always do fur you ? Alswer me that, if you please." Mrs. P., decidedly mollified, replied, "Well, not" "And that reminds me," said Jack, "to nak you what kind of silk I shall bring you. when I return?" "I think that a brown moire antique," answered Mrs. P., in a cheerful tone, "would be the most becoming for me, my dear; and remember to get enough for as, double skirt, and oleo a piece of ribbon for the trimming—a wide, heavy ribbon of the same color as the dress—and you may Ha well have it plaited, so that I shall have less trouble with it when the dress-maker runes to put it on." Jack promised to. attend, to it as affected. and then, with Mrs. P., who, in the mean time, had dressed proceeded down etaire to breakfast. Shortly afterward n carriage called for Jack and his trunk; w1..7n he, after kissing his wife, and running ap stairs to the nurse ry to bid Phoebe Jane and little Jacky and the others good•by, catered it, and was driven rnpidly to the railway station'. As Mrs. Potts closed the front door, after his departure, I heard her say to herself, as she ascended the stairs, "Well, after all, Jack is a dear, good fellow; and if he only bring rno that brown moire antique, why, I shan't care that lie has gone without me. Betty," she continued, calling to the ser vant, "take the children down stairs, and giro them their breakfast. See that Phoebe Jame has of her flannel skirt, and that little Jacky hasn't got his pantaloons on hind side before; and, Betty—" "Yes, marta," exclaimed Betty. "4.s I am not well this learning. I think that you had better bring up to tne, from the cellar, a bottle of Scotch ale; and, Betty, tell the butcher when he calla to bring some nice lamb-chops, for dinner; and—well that is all at present, Batty." "Yes, mem," replied Betty, and descend ed the stairs with ti. ahildren. Mrs. Potts went into her room,..and I. taking my hat went out to the "Beautiful Gates" to break fast, A. I eat over my battered toast and coffee I said to myself. "It was a fortonato day fur you, William Finch, when Katrina Vander Hoyden nee ffigginbothem. said "No," in answer to a certain question you pat to her many and many a year ago. You're aeon fortunate days since then, William boy. but that day, believe me, 'Mae the most fortu nate of all. You have escaped a good deal of misery, I am inclined to think, by not marrying. Yon are free to go and oome when you choose. You haven° 3lrs. Finch to find fault w:th nor scold you. You have no Phoebe Jane to be afflicted with colds in the head. You ,have no little Jacky for whom to buy candies. You bare no nor Bettye to keep in trousers and flannel petticoats. You hare, in short, no one but yourself to look after, and you are, in fact, a lucky dog, and you ought to be a happy fellow—but William Finch, I regrgt to say, that you are neither the ono nor the other, You would giro all your boasted indepen dence of speech, all your freedom of notion. alt your bachelor days of ease and nighticof gayety for one month of even such a life as Jack Potts loads; for then you would hrtire, if not a wife—though I would not assert that Mrs. Potts does not lore Jack—at least children, who would love and cling to yon. and for whom your-heart would beat and your hands labor day , and night. It was a dark day, fur you, William Finch, when Katrina turned away from you her face and answered 'No; and you are well aware of it and grieve that it is so. For you no hots ehold hearth blazes, no woman calls you husband, and no children clamber upon your knees and lisp the name father to volt.— Alas!" I said to myself, "William Vinoh, this is even so." Just at that moment the waiter Lrought to me the morning paper. Mechanically opened it and turned to tbeliat of marriageP, half hoping to find my awn among them; but alas! it was not there. So finishing my coffee, which had grown cold. I departed. I walked past Mink, Vander Ileyden's house, and thong!) I did not see Katrinem hoe at the windows. I yet heard her voice rebuking—not scolding. for that be never does—him for some sin of omission, and I could not but feel thankful that it was Han ky and not I who was receiving the reproof When I reached bowie. by the aid of my pipe. I soon smoked myself into my usual state contentment.
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